On our trip back to Ithaca from visiting family out west for Christmas, unlike on our trip there, everything went well. We had to leave the house at the unearthly hour of 3.45 in the morning to catch our flight. Luckily, Magdalena woke up at 2am and wouldn't go back to sleep so I was plenty alert and awake by the time we had to go. It would have been nice to get more sleep, but whatever. I'm still counting that as a positive.
All our flights were on time. We made all of our connections. Magdalena hardly cried and what little fussing she did do on our third flight paled in comparison to the fit the full-blown FIVE-year-old a few seats back was throwing.
And miracle of miracles, the girls slept on our long Denver-Newark leg, which, in another stroke of good luck, wasn't full so we could stretch out. During that flight, as they slept, I actually read a magazine in its entirety.
Now that we're back in Ithaca, this is my new reality:
Am I thrilled with the idea of huge bins of snow clothes being parked semi-permanently by the front door? Not really. But when you use them every time you go outside, there's not really a way around it. Especially since Miriam needs them for preschool - they don't cancel outdoor playtime just because it's cold outside. The teacher did admit to me the other day that if it's less than 15 degrees outside, they consider shortening the play period. I guess I'm glad to know they have some kind of standard.
What's your winter reality? And you people who live in freakishly warm places, you don't have to rub it in that it looks something like this (January last year in Tucson):