We finally got snow last week. The kids played, school was cancelled, and now I'm officially ready for winter to be over. Mother Nature is killing me because the Feels Like Temp is -6 degrees right now. The state of my skin and cuticles are in dire condition due to the cold, but the show must go on. Errands still need running and kids still need chauffeuring to nightly activities despite all urges to hibernate through these cold months wearing sweats and watching Netflix.
The only way to survive when it's this cold is to dress for it, at all costs. I laughed at myself when I realized I was out in public on Wednesday (it was ridiculously cold and windy) with no makeup, hair up in a claw clip, a giant puffy winter coat, lined studio pants (warm, but slide down my nonexistent hips, so I have to constantly pull them back up or else I will walk right out of them. Normally I don't wear them out of the house) and tennis shoes. By the way, the unlined studio pants are not this way and are so comfy that if I were going to be buried, I'd want to be wearing these.
I feel there's a certain camaraderie amongst strangers when it's this cold since we're all deep in the "whatever it takes" mentality. At least I hope so. Or I guess I really just stop caring what others think when the temp is at extremes.
What I want is to wear flip flops again and to buckle my seat belt without pushing layers of down filled coats out of the way. 18 days until Spring Break and it can't come soon enough.