This was day 4 of the Iceapocalypse and I am on my own last damn nerve.
I do not know how Northerners deal with this weather.
This is not supposed to happen here and we are unprepared.
We have been house bound for 3 days and the jury is still out for Thursday. At least we didn’t lose power. Al keeps asking how we can be house bound when we have so little white stuff on the ground. Well? We have nothing to remove it with. The winter weather plan here is the stuff will melt soon. Usually, we have a minor freeze and a 1/2 inch of snow and it is 46 the next day and 52 the day after. That happens every 5 years. It was 60 degrees on Saturday, fell to 20 Sunday night then we got precip and here we are. Still well below freezing and the kids have missed 3 days of school so far.
My dad said he could rustle up one of these!
May be our best bet.
So far, this is what I’ve done:
Eaten comfort food
and rice krispie treats.
Because that is what I had in the house. Quite unfortunately I was also out of wine so I have been on the wagon as well. Stupid, Stupid, me.
Merlot and I have watched about 6 seasons of:
I mean, is it going to be Chris or Luke, for God’s sake Lorelei, choose one!
I am fucking sick to death of Etsy now too. All of that crafty shit is starting to appeal to me.
Plus, (lowers head in shame) I started reading wedding forums.
The musical theme of this ice event has been
and when I have too much time on my hands, I think tooooo much.
Basically, by day 2 I felt like a pig (all the carbs I’ve ingested since there has been nothing to do but eat) and the biggest failure on the planet (due to obsessive anxious ruminations because I’m bored). Plus last night I dreamed that I was still married to Stanley and was on my hands and knees trying to clean the floor while he got the babies dressed to go play in the snow. I woke up sad and failure-ish and feeling like a big piggish, sluggy failure. Then I found a text from Stanley saying he would stay with the kids today because he wanted to brew some beer. That’s a fine how do you do, he wants to be at the house stay with the kids so he can brew beer.
Beer monkeys never change. It was his day technically so there wasn’t much I could say, so he brewed and they had day 3 in slugville.
I ventured out in the afternoon to see patients since I don’t get paid if I don’t and because I hit an all time low this morning. I googled spoilers for
I started watching this nonsense when I started staying with my mom when I was started nesting. She got tearful when I kept going to my room when she turned it on. Now I am hooked and ashamed.
Now I know who he chooses and which one of those girls posed for Playboy.
I had already exhausted The Spoiling Dead Fans (if Daryl dies, I’m going to kill someone) and told a 20-something second time bride on a second wedding forum, “No, you should NOT ask the same girls to be in your wedding again after only 3 years. They probably still haven’t paid off the first dress and shoes from your first wedding on their credit card.”
Jeesh. I finally had to break down and post though, that girl was just too crazy.
So, clearly I had to get out. It was past time.
Tonight I fielded texts from Merlot who was worried about school. She always gets anxious after a break from school.
She said, “I’m worried about school, but I know we are going to have to go, even though I went outside and it is DANGUROS for children out there!”
I told her she would be fine, take a deep breath and be a big girl and she would have a great day tomorrow.
She said, “Well fine but none of that makes me feel better RITE now.”
So, I said, “Well, I’m sorry but at least you are smart and have tons of friends, now buck up and be thankful for having 3 days off this week.”
(insert cricket sounds)
After about an hour the emotional terrorism started.
“Mommy, my stomach hurts and I have a big NOT in my hair.“
Then she sent a pic just to rub it in that I am not there to take care of the knot.
I recommended she take the detangler to Stanley with the brush. I got back,
“THANKS FOR ALL YOUR HELP!”
Passive aggressive terrorist that one.
But it had the desired effect and made me feel like a failure again.
This shit has to melt soon.