I spent a large portion of my life in Winnipeg - from the time I was in elementary school until I was an adult. When I was a kid, the cold winters didn't bother me. There's something about being a kid that deflects any feelings of cold. We would spend hours outside building snow forts, making snow angels, skating and sledding. Our cheeks would remain pink for hours after we returned to our warm house.
I try to plan meals. Not always successfully but for the most part we have a flow to our week that makes mealtime making easier.
Monday I went grocery shopping with the boys after school. Not the best of scenarios because they're both tired and grumpy but sometimes a girl's just gotta do what a girl's gotta do. List in hand, I was prepared to go all Jersey Shore cast member having a one night stand and get in and out as quickly as possible. There would be no deviating from the list this week.
Son No. 2 got a blister and god forbid it's as simple as putting on a band-aid and being done with it. Also, my patience only lasts so long.
Honey, how did you get that blister? Does it hurt?
Don’t touch it mummmmmmmmmmmmy!
I’m just going to look sweetie pie, I promise I won’t touch it.
Honey, I need to put a band-aid on it so it doesn’t get worse.