Friday, February 3, 2012
We're having us a snow day today. This is good, we haven't had any appreciable snow since that storm in December that nearly left us treeless for Christmas. And it's nice fluffy, friendly, February snow - unlike the sloppy, heavy, wet snows of April.
So I'm housebound with the kids and everybody's in good spirits because it's a happy day. It's a snow day. But Wolfgang is feeling a little troubled. We had a bit of an incident this mornig that required some comfort on my part, and I don't know if I succeeded. The incident was my fault to begin with...
He happily turned his radio off and went back to sleep after those two words - "snow" and "day" - were broadcast. The day had started SO well. Eventually he got up and took a (too) long, (too) hot shower. Next, he was in the kitchen to prepare an awesome breakfast. He put the frying pan on to heat, retrieved the butter, sliced up some fat slabs of bread, and...
"MOM!", must find Mom.
"Doesn't the milk man come on Fridays?", he asked perplexedly
"Actually... *ahem*... the milk man and I broke up a little over a month ago", my confession came at a bad time. I knew I shouldn't have avoided it for so long.
He was crestfallen. "Do we have any eggs?"
"We're fresh out and it's... really snowy out, so....", lame lame lame!
"But you know, it's not your fault! We just... grew apart... and... it's really for the best", he's not believing any of this.
"And you know you can still visit him - on Wednesdays and every other weekend at the Farmer's market!", as if that makes a difference! "You just can't have french toast on this particular morning right now today..."
Did I mention we're low on milk too?
I know that man is behind this whole snowstorm! I don't know how he does it, but it's just his way.
He really needs to let it go and move on.