is Chicago really "home, sweet home"?
After a two-week hiatus visiting both sets of our families over the holidays, we finally made it back to our "home, sweet home." Of course, being greeted by sub-zero temperatures and blizzard conditions (at least, that's the way this week has seemed to me. I don't need a weatherman to tell me what I can see for myself outside!), I'm starting to wonder if I'm hardy enough to handle this snow-encased life.
Can I really handle the fact that it takes us an extra 15 minutes to get out the door because we have to hunt down every child's hat, scarf, gloves and boots, and then try to get them all on each child as well? As if that weren't enough, every trip outside is accompanied by complaints and whining about having to wear all these accessories when they don't want to? Then, the second we get outside, everyone has to tell me how cold they are. Is this really "home, sweet home"?
Our van is currently parked on the street. When I parked it, I had a sinking feeling that I may be parking it until the next big thaw. There was something about the way the tires spun as I pulled into the spot that made me think that's all the tires would do when it was time to pull out. Seriously, is this what we will have to deal with for the next three months or longer? Not that I really relish driving when the city is like this. Why is it that, even when the road is obviously clear, it is always the person right in front of me who feels the need to drive as if the roads are blanketed with snow and ice?
We are thankful that our heating situation is such that we generally don't have to worry about bundling up while we are inside our apartment. Of course, with the heat on all the time, our skin is cracking, chapped, raw and bleeding. My poor kids seem like they can hardly talk because their lips are in such bad shape. We should buy stock in lotion and lip balm since we go through it so quickly, but it doesn't seem to make much of a difference in the condition of our skin.Continued on the next page