I’m from New England so I get to put on a boston accent whenever I want, okay?
I forget all the time how busy this month is. Honestly, why do i keep forgetting?
Last week there was a birthday. 13. This week there was a lovely snowday… (snowdays now are still ‘remote learning’ days) I called the boys out sick and i took the kids sledding. Went down the hill a few times and had fun and then hid in the car for the rest of the time. I’m not super good with bitter cold winds and things. One of the boys was wearing my snow pants so me and denim were facing the cold with a kid dressed head to toe in plastic protective gear. totally fair.
the hill is mis-named Potato Hill, which townies will tell you again and again. but we call it potato hill and its sticking and so be it. things change. and it is right, and good. fucking deal with it.
one kid went skiing on the same hill. freeforming down the hill. it was awesome to watch and to realize how big he is. sigh.
the point: because i was thrown off my schedule, i completely and utterly forgot I had class at night and missed it. complete and utter. in spinning and being spontaneous, the routine was thrashed and i missed it .
and things like this just keep happening. i’m rolling with it. until i don’t. or sometimes maybe i throw up all over the kitchen or need to take a second bath in a day. you feel me, right?
hopefully you are not throwing up all over the kitchen. fingers crossed.
i counted all the presents this weekend. they’ve all got equal numbers. this is a fucking miracle. really. i’m not sure if i can say that loudly enough.
EQUAL NUMBERS MEANS A BABY CAN BE BORN AND THE WORLD WILL KNOW PEACE.
peace out, mofos.
good luck out there.
-uwmf
