Today is day #8 that I am stuck at my house thanks to this flipping snow storm. Last night, Crazy Pants kept waking up and wanting to go in the “wimma room” (that’s toddler for “living room”). This morning, I let him sleep in and addressed all of my Christmas cards. I had this plan: mail cards, go to the bank, pick-up meat from the CSA, and lastly, pick-up a prescription. Then, this evening we were all supposed to go have dinner with some friends.
Then I tried to leave. Continue reading