Snow Schmow

Hmmm.  These were my first three thoughts this morning, upon waking:

1.  I don't think snow is pretty anymore.

2.  I'm going to be home with the kids, inside, all day, again.

3.  I hate snow.

Classes start next week, and I'm glad to be teaching again.  I'm teaching a new film class, and have some new ideas to test out for my other classes.  But I have a lot of work to do before then, and because we only have one car that can drive in the snow (which never seems to stop falling), Eric is taking it to work today, and I'm home with the kids.  This, because it is snowing, yet again, here in Denver.  For the third weekend in a row.   

I'm sure there's a lesson in this, involving--oh, I don't know--letting go?  Surrendering?  But I'm also feeling grumpy, and a little groggy, even after a cup of coffee and a cup of green tea.  I'm just not in the mood to play 300 games of Dora bingo, or paper dolls.  I don't want to sing "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" again, and I'm tired of being urped on. 

As I wrote about here, I've been looking for ways to get some exercise everyday.  Because I canceled my membership to the gym (it was getting expensive, and I wasn't going much because hauling two kids there and back was too stressful), I've been trying to take walks or runs or do yoga at home.  I've also resorted to using a small collection of exercise tapes I have collected over the years during those desperate moments when I just wanted to change my life.  You know, Tae-bo, Windsor Pilates, step aerobics.  Eric lays in bed every night, snickering, while I sweat and quad-lift and roundhouse kick my way into a little sweat, in hopes of working off the 349 chocolate truffles I eat every day.

Because it is very difficult to get out at the moment without breaking your ass on a sheet of ice, I've been doing a lot of these tapes over the last few weeks.  Last night was Kathy Smith's lower body workout.  Between leg sweeps, I kept swearing at her.  "Bitch, 1, 2, 3, Lift, 1, 2,3."  I am so sore this morning.  My butt hurts just sitting here, and my quads were screaming as I squatted to put the chocolate pumpkin bread in the oven this morning.  The eating of which will necessitate a session with Susan Powter tonight after the kids are in bed.

So, I'm groggy, grumpy, and sore.  We're stuck inside while big, beautiful flakes swirl outside our windows.  We've got good music to listen to, and soon some hot pumpkin bread is going to emerge from the oven.  Addie has a ton and a half of new toys to play with from Christmas.  I'll have to work all weekend, but maybe today is a good day to just let Addie watch (yet another episode of) Dora, wallow in my gritchiness, and be thankful for some little pleasures.  Enough with the self-punishment.  I'm taking the day off.