P-Ville is a confusing place to live sometimes. Last year at this time, we were working on our 1000th foot of snow. Okay, that is a slight exaggeration, but last winter was rough. When I would say things of that nature to the natives, I would be greeted with , 'Well, that's Minnesota for you!' And then I would secretly cry inside.
Believe me, I'm not complaining about this year's mild winter. But I don't understand how yesterday's 'blizzard' (3 inches of snow, maybe?) made everything in the Twin Cities grind to a halt. No school? No work? Come on, Minnesota, this is nothing. Right? And it was so pretty!
I can't speak for other stay-at-home Moms, but I will say that for me, a day cooped up inside is not good. Not at all. I've endured enough snide remarks about how being a stay-at-home Mom must be sooooo boooooring to know that the perception for some might be that AB and I spend the majority of our days staring at each other, watching the minutes tick by. Um, not if I want to maintain my sanity.
Yesterday, for several logistical reasons, we were snowed in until about 3:30. It was at about 1:15 that the not-good things started happening. Think Jack Torrence in The Shining, if you're looking for a visual. The part before the ax, but after he's had the conversation with Lloyd at the bar. Something needed to be done.
So I pulled out my camera. A woman in her thirties who is snowed in needs to find a way to keep herself from going crazy, and this was the only way. We bounced:
We wrestled for Mommy's iPhone:
And we survived.