Oh boy. Today was a day to end with a glass of wine. I woke up to icy roads and a wind chill that Chris described as "knives being thrown at your skin." Chris likes the cold, so if he complains it must be really cold. I took Mary to school, wearing a coat that is 3 sizes too big for me because it's the only one that goes to my ankles. At the school I learned that the teachers think I'm somehow neglecting Mary's developing asthma. Then I trotted/skidded off to the UPS depot with the Christmas present loaded packages that Must Be Sent Today. Not being one to forsake fashion in cold weather, I ever so gingerly sidestepped the ice covered parking lot in my heeled boots, carrying my boxes. When I got inside I realized I forgot Chris's parents address AND my cell phone. No addresses and no phone with which to research the addresses. Great. Back over the ice field, back into the car, mission unaccomplished. The day went on like this. I'll spare you all the details, but I will tell you that it included watching a 4 year old swing from a chandelier, trying to buy bread from a bakery whose cash register was out of service, begging Mary to come face to face with her poop, and picking up Garrett from school with 3 plastic grocery bags stuffed in my coat hood. I could explain, but why?
Why is this pathetic day detailed on my precious joy-filled crabfest blog? Because today I said a special prayer: Please God, grant me your mercy. Deliver me from this forsaken tundra-land-locked-toddler hell and giveth me thy bounty from the Pacific Ocean. I don't need much. Just 7 live crabs and 32 ounces of lump crabmeat, on a sunny day if you can manage it. Bringeth me my adult friends from across the land and let one of them be ladling a bowl of Cioppino. Let also my father, son of his father, and his father's father before him bestow upon me a cocktail--I don't care what kind. Wait... let it have an olive. Remove from my vision, oh great Master of the Universe, Seer of All that is Good and Evil, diapers and damaged personal belongings. Let me see only crustaceans, forks, plates, spoons, wine glasses, and smiling tipsy faces. I ask for this with a humble, frozen heart. Thy will be done, and hopefully mine too.
I definitely think I should extend my ticket. I need more time to thaw.
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