A Perfect Thursday

My house is oddly silent.  The Princess is in bed, The Hubbs is out plowing with Hambone, and the bulldogs are snuggled up on the couch.  I'm getting a bit groggy, and will be heading to bed before too long.

But I just couldn't bring myself to let the day end just yet.  It's been so perfect.

This morning The Princess and I rolled out of our beds at about 9:00 or so and staggered into the kitchen to eat our Cheerios in our (sadly, not matching) feetie jammies.  Looking out the kitchen window, I saw that the snow had started to fall overnight...but my driveway was clear.  Hooray for big brothers with plows on their trucks!

Checking the BlackBerry, I noticed that he had called while we were all still in Slumberland.  The message went something like this: "Hey Sis...that's me making the awful noise in your driveway.  Whatcha up to today?  Gimme a call."

That message was left a full hour before I heard it.  Oops!  This being-out-of-work thing is making me realize I'm not as much of a morning person as I had originally thought.  Turns out I prefer to sleep in a bit in the morning and stay up blogging into the wee hours.

The next couple of hours were spent leisurely getting The Princess and myself dressed, watching some Playhouse Disney, and playing with the kiddo.

All of a sudden I realized I hadn't called Hambone back yet.  Just about the time I started to feel bad about that, he pulled in the driveway.  We all had a quick lunch of ham sandwiches and talked about the storm.  Looked like it'd be a good one and Hambone would hopefully get a good amount of work out of it.  The snow let up for a bit while he was here, and he decided to go home to catch up on things before the second round of plowing needed to be done.

So The Hubbs went back to his basement office and I hung out with the princess.  We started "Sweet Home Alabama" and played with puzzles until The Princess disappeared into her room.  A few minutes later she appeared at my side with her pink fuzzy monkey-print feetie jammies.  She put on her cutest little face and asked me (with her eyes, of course...being a non-talker) to help her get into them. 

It was just so stinkin' cute, I really had no other choice.

After helping The Princess out of her clothes and into her jammies, a wonderful thought occurred to me.  There was really no reason for me to sit around the house in a tee shirt and jeans when I could be rockin' the feeties along with the princess.  So I repeated the process on myself and curled up with a fleece blankie to watch the rest of my movie.

Somewhere along the way Julie called and regaled me with the story of her day, including two spinouts and lots of scheduling mix-ups due to miscommunications with parents.  She sounded so frazzled, and I felt bad for her.  I can certainly relate to having one of those days.  So we agreed to forego today's session so she could get home and throw her feet up for a while.

You know what this meant...no reason for me to get dressed again!  Score one for Momma. 

The snow picked back up in the afternoon, and is getting heavier and heavier as we speak.  During the afternoon hours we got about six more inches, on top of the four or five we had by morning.  Hambone plowed and took The Hubbs with him to do a friend's place about five minutes from here.  By the time they got back (while I've been typing this post) we've gotten about another three.

And it looks like a blizzard out there right now.  Looks like it'll be a long night for Hambone and all of the other plow kings around here.

Funny, though, how snow can be the prettiest thing you've ever seen when you're watching it fall from the comfort of your feetie jammies, snuggled on the couch with your bulldogs and a fuzzy blanket.