Monday, January 31, 2011

Ice, Ice Go Away

Chris's parents stopped by our house during their return trip from Florida. (I'm guessing they're asking themselves right about now, why exactly they left the sunshine state?)

The boys enjoyed a nice dinner with their grandparents! (above)

Ali and I enjoyed a dinner out. Always fun to chat, laugh, and laugh again with Ali. (below)

For a month or more I've been looking forward to February 1st: the day Chris and I had scheduled an overnight date. I dreamed of February 1st and it motivated me to get through any rough patches (a shattered plasma TV, a week's worth of illness, a child that vomited smack dab in the middle of Walmart). I imagined spending those hours soaking up alone time with Chris, catching up on months spent as two passing ships.

So, I became extremely distraught when my local weather man starting talking about February 1st. Big storm, I heard. Lots of ice, he predicted. Snow too, he announced. Yet, the internal optimist in me, kept thinking: maybe not.

As days passed, weather predictors unanimously forecasted a storm, and a big one at that. The next few days were predicted to be full of all the good stuff: freezing rain, sheets of ice, frigid temps, and mounds of snow. My carefree dreams began to vanish with every dire report, yet I still held onto a modicum of hope; that is, until today.

Today, I finally faced reality: the trip was not going to happen. The rational side of me realized, in terms of catastrophes, this was minor. On a scale of one to ten calamities, it would land squarely on a one. By the emotional side of me, beginning throwing a private pity party: occupation one.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in a royal funk. I was still a little weepy as I was listening to the boys' bedtime prayers. I heard Connor say, "God, please help all those who don't have a home that they will be protected from the storm."

Ouch. His words softened my heart, and the pity party dispersed. Time to turn lemons into lemonade, I suppose. Or, freezing rain into.........hmmm.

1 comment:

  1. I hope you and Chris can reschedule your getaway soon. Be safe and warm with your little loves for now. :)