Sub Zero Chaos

My house is in complete and utter chaos. There are dishes (clean ones) all over the counter top. There are cleaning supplies covering the computer room floor. The washer and dryer sit askew in the downstairs bathroom. And there are two holes and soon to be more or at least a bigger one in that same bathroom.

The reason for all the chaos? Well, the weather has been at it's coldest the last couple of days. In effort to keep the kitchen pipes from freezing the cupboard was cleared so we could put a small space heater in it.

And this morning, in spite of our best efforts to keep it from happening, the pipe to the washer burst. Thankfully Tony was home to deal with it. And thankfully we have handyman friends who we can hire to do the repairs.

Yep, the house is in chaos. But guess what? I choose to be thankful. Why? At least I have a house! Some people in various cities and towns throughout our country aren't so lucky. And on cold days like this, I can't help but be thankful that I'm not homeless.

Winter Fun

In Tony's vocabulary these two words do not exist together. I wonder if they ever did? Something I'll have to ask his mother about. The older I get the more I prefer to be well bundled and have a little sunshine to please me. But when I was a child I couldn't wait to play in the snow.

This year, the girls did not have hand-me-down snow pants or boots that fit and I didn't get any bought in time for them to enjoy the very first snow. But we are predicted to get more snow this weekend. The weather report keeps fluctuating from 4-17 inches, so take your pick. They tend to exaggerate our snow storms down here and we rarely get what they say we will...wishful thinking on their part, I say. So in preparation for the big storm, just in case the weatherman is right, we bought brand-spanking new snow pants and the girls DID get to use them this afternoon. Lucky for me, they had enough time (and good incentive) to clean their room in order to allow a nice accumulation to fall before hitting the yard :)

Who is having more fun here?

Classic case of baby sister bullying bigger sister
(and you thought they never fought!)

And finally, the question of the day: Why is it, when they are little and Mom has to bundle them up, they only stay out 5 minutes before begging to come in and dispense of the soggy, wet clothes. But when they are old enough to dress themselves, they stay out longer?