We had a great weekend. Nothing particularly blog-worthy, just time with friends, down time at home, and general good cheer from the twins overall.
That made this morning all the more irritating. I knew it was supposed to snow last night, and in fact it had already started by the time we headed home from having a playdate and dinner with a friend. I dutifully set my alarm for 6:00 a.m. so that I could shovel the stairs at our house before the babies got up. And then I dutifully got up at 6:00 and did the shoveling. By that time, the snow had turned to a chilly rain. Yuck, yuck, and yuck, but good to get the snow up before the rain made it into a hard, icy crust.
None of that was all that bad, but then when I took the kids to daycare, there was an accident at the end of the daycare's street that forced me to park a few blocks away and schlep the twins over the unshoveled walks, fearful of falling the whole time. Not pretty.
It's such a cliché to hate winter, but I hate winter. I really do. And there are months of this grossness left. Months! At least we leave for Oregon three weeks from today. That's something to be excited about. And our weekend was so nice that I'm itching to get out of work and go get the babes. I really miss them today. It's nice to be looking forward to that.