|Just because the cold and snow were nothing new|
doesn't mean that everyone enjoyed it.
- Slush. On the mats and floorboards of the car. On the rugs, carpets, and floors in the house. On my (non-winterized) boots and tennis shoes. On the bottom two inches of the legs of my jeans. Slush, slush, everywhere slush.
- Salt and sand. In all the same places as the slush.
- Dirty cars. Cars are so covered with slush, salt, and sand that they're kind of scary to touch. Dirty cars kind of gross me out (and they REALLY freak Tom out) because my kids like to rub up against and run their hands across their car doors, and twice I've caught Will licking water off the bumper of the car. (He claimed he was thirsty.)
- Snow pants. Not snow pants in and of themselves, because they really are a great invention, but helping kids put on snow pants, helping kids take off snow pants to pee, helping kids put back on snow pants after they've peed, and helping kids keep their snow pants pulled down far enough so that snow doesn't get into their boots.
- Cold and coats and carseats. For short trips, we're buckling puffy-coat-wearing kids into carseats and then snugging the carseat straps tightly around them. The kids are warm, but they can't move and are completely dependent on us for everything. For long trips, we're taking off their coats before buckling them in and then having to readjust the carseat straps so that they fit our suddenly smaller children. The can move, but they're freezing cold and crying and completely dependent on us for everything. Cold + coats + carseats = frostbitten fingers and pounding headaches for this frustrated mama.
|Happy road tripper? There's no way to know.|
|Thankfully, no one has ever taken a picture of me mid-fall. I think. I hope.|