On Friday we attended Aubrey's second birthday party! She's the youngest girl who lives next door, and Theodore's lifelong pal. It was a giant celebration at her grandparents home just around the block, and a potluck, which meant plenty of deliciousness to be had. I brought baked chili cheese dogs, but basically inhaled anything I could find that had cream cheese in it. #cheeseismylife. It was so much fun, and I got even more little baby snuggles for as long as I possibly could, which suited me just fine.
Last night while Matt and I were getting ready for bed, I was cycling through my usual Sunday-night complaint script, pleading with Matt to just stay home on Monday, and reminding him that I simply couldn't live without him and pessimistically telling him that the whole weekend was horrible and unproductive and I couldn't believe it was over already and that he had to go back to work. I said, in my sweetest tone, "But what if there's a snowstorm tomorrow? Then you surely can't go." Though this sparked instant laughter, because it was the most absurd thought in the world. Right?
And then I woke up this morning, and it was SNOWING. What?? Manitoba! Shame on you. I just can not handle any more of this bipolar weather around here, it's just so hard on me emotionally. It just shatters my hopes and dreams and I just can't handle it. It's as if I'm moving backwards, and for a person who thrives on forward motion, it's almost crippling. That is quite enough now, please. Quite enough indeed.
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