Snow: Day 2

That's right folks, day two of snow in Forest Grove. It's the end of March but it feels like the beginning of December. I was reading something the other day about March being a depressing month because it is so close to sunny warm days but not quite there. When I read it I thought to myself, "I've never felt that way. I love spring. I love how everything is getting ready for summer."
But I understand now. I think the person who wrote that article must have been stuck inside all winter. Maybe they could only get outside when it was warm. Maybe they had an infant. Because, let me tell you, weather makes a huge difference when you have a child. Last year I would have said, screw the weather, I'm going outside. Or I would have made myself a hot cup of chocolate and grabbed a good book.
I have been reading but it goes something like this:
OK, Isabella is distracted by her toys. I'll just slip quietly over to the couch and read. Now, where was I? Isabella stole my bookmark. Hmm, I read that part. I must have been... oh yeah, here we go.
(5 min pass)
"Ma ma ma ma (babble babble)."
Isabella is grabbing my leg and trying to pull herself up. Maybe I'll just ignore her for a second while I finish this paragraph.
"Ahh! Ma ma ma. Ahhhhh." (High pitched yelling.)
I'll pull her up on the couch and continue to read for a bit longer. Damn, she stole my book.
"Be nice to the book. Gentle. Isabella don't do that. Alright, let's do something else."

A push-over? Yeah. Going insane? Yep. Wondering why the fuck it's snowing so we can't go outside and do something, anything, else? That's me!