It’s snowing. For real. See?
(10-second video is silent)
I knew it was coming. Schmutzie said that it snowed in Regina yesterday, and I knew it would trickle up here. Liliana was SO. EXCITED.
“It’s snowing! I’m so happy that it’s snowing! Did you know that a season lasts for a long, looooooong time?”
And this is why she was sent away to boarding school. Kindergarten boarding school. NO SNOW-LOVERS IN THIS HOUSE!
So, I drove the girls to school this morning, and it was a mostly successful trip. Let me preface by saying that I haven’t had much sleep lately. I’d blame it on the extra kid, only it’s not his fault. He is a fantastic sleeper. Save for the first night — which was horrible, and I was expecting it to be horrible, and it was the night before a weekend, so it was all good — he’s slept through the night with hardly a peep. Two nights ago there was not even a single peep. Last night would have been the same, except I heard a baby crying at 5am and thought it was him and opened the door to the room he was sleeping in only to realize it was Preston who was crying. But the damage was already done. I woke Kesler by opening his door. Not his fault. I woke Noah to deal with Kesler so that I could deal with Preston, who needed to be nursed so that he would GO BACK TO SLEEP AND NOT WAKE ANY MORE CHILDREN PLEASE. Noah took Kesler to the couch, where they both fell asleep instantly. And now this is the longest paragraph ever.
On a side note, Kesler’s parents will love me for getting him addicted to Little Einsteins rather than Backyardigans. I think we all need a break from Backyardigans for a while (even though it’s a fantastic show)(in that it’s about friendship and using one’s imagination, not about whining when you don’t get your way. I’M LOOKING AT YOU, BANNED-FROM-OUR-HOUSE CAILLOU!). And Little Einsteins is so educational! They might not love us (Noah) as much when they find out that we (Noah) taught him to say, “Go, Pats, go!” Because the Patriots (Noah’s team) play the Seahawks (their team) on Sunday, the day they return home.
My point is, my lack of sleep is my own fault. I stay up late, trying to soak up all the kid-free time I can, and then I’m up a couple times during the night with my should-be-weaning-at-night-but-I’m-too-lazy baby boy, and then Noah’s alarm goes off at 6:30am and I cannot go back to sleep after that. It’s better than the 6am it was, though, as he’s starting work half an hour later now that it’s fall.
Anyway, on to this morning.
I’ve told you that I hate the area around my girls’ school, right? There is parking for about five parents. For a school with 680 students. It’s stupid. There was some yellow jeep lady parked in the CLEARLY-MARKED school bus zone who was trying to merge into the stream of cars going through the school zone, but the person was not signaling. So I was all, I am not letting you in! You are parked where you shouldn’t be parked, even though a note goes home EVERY WEEK telling parents not to park there, AND YOU ARE NOT SIGNALING. I am not letting you in! (Let me state that I hate it when people don’t let other people merge, but I am also a fan of SIGNALING. If you signal? I WILL LET YOU IN. Because it’s the NICE THING TO DO.) There was nobody behind me, so yellow jeep lady pulled in behind me. And then I pulled the classic stop-in-the-middle-of-the-road-to-let-my-kid-out move. What? It’s the ONLY WAY to do it. THERE IS NO PARKING. And plus, Kaylie can get out within five seconds — literally — and it’s just how her school works. The only traffic going past her school is the school traffic. (Don’t get me started on the parents who stop for MINUTES AT A TIME blocking ALL TRAFFIC FOREVER. Because I’m playing the holier-than-thou card right now.)
Anyway, so Kaylie hopped out, but then she paused, looking in the van, waiting. I was thinking, What the heck? GO, KID! So I said, kind of panicky, “GO!” Because I was now blocking the road for that yellow jeep lady — purposefully, because she was breaking the rules, and I was MAKING HER PAY (I never said I was the most mature person ever)(and I can be a total jerk) — and I didn’t want her to ram into me. And Kaylie did. Go, that is.
I then thought, Maybe she needed something, so I pulled into the teacher-parking-only parking lot (JERK RULE-BREAKER!)(although I pulled in very, very slowly, looking for kids a thousand times, because a little girl was hit there a couple weeks ago) and honked my horn and waved Kaylie over. I rolled down the passenger-side window and asked her, “What did you need that was so important?”
She looked at me with kind of a what-is-wrong-with-you? look and said, “LILIANA!”