‘It’s going to be plus six today,’ the professor alerted me earlier this morning. ‘That’s like forty degrees,’ he translated for our collective benefit. Forty degrees! That’s positively tropical. I hatched a tentative plan to take my blondies on some sort of outing after school.
When I looked out the window later in the morning, I noticed the sky was bright blue. Not the lovely-but-face-searing-cold blue it had been earlier in the week. Bonafide, decent-weather-blue. Am I strange for feeling instantly happier by simply looking at a cloudless blue sky?
I loaded the littlest boy-children in the van for the daily post-school pick up. The Gort ran towards me while clutching the waistband of his pants with one hand. ‘You’re wearing your brother’s pants,’ I observed-chided. ‘I know, they keep falling down…it’s embarassing!’ We walked together to the van where his brothers were waiting. ‘I’m starving!’ he announced-blamed, ‘I only had two things for lunch.’ ‘Well, why didn’t you tell Daddy you wanted three things?’ I asked the obvious question.
I made a mental note to tell the professor to put more food in the Scooby Do lunchbox, and to order a wardrobe change when our children wear pants that are three inches too short.
I stopped at Mac’s and bought a small bag of white cheddar cheese popcorn to help curb the Gort’s hunger. And I adjusted the elastic waistband in his pants so they’d stay on-ish. And then we drove to Edworthy Park. Because I couldn’t let the first outdoor excursion of 2011 be ruined by a hungry belly and a pair of ill-fitting jeans.
So we went, we saw, we walked. And we also froze a little bit because ‘someone’ consistently fails to remember that it’s at least three degrees colder and windier by the river.
The older boys ran around. The baby pushed a stubborn stroller along a snow-covered path. And I stared at the sky.