We had a couple snow days there, which totally threw me off my regular posting schedule. But I am back.
So, yesterday the schools had a two-hour delay, and Mia and I had a lovely morning together. We worked on her homework book, had a leisurely breakfast, and then she played while I took a shower. Everything was perfect until we walked out to the car to drive to school. It's a two-minute drive and we had 15 minutes to spare. But I quickly realized that my car was covered in about a half an inch of ice, and the driveway was also covered in ice, making everything more complicated. I had to search for an ice scraper while trying not to fall on my ass, and after finally finding it, I realized it was useless. The ice was so thick that my scraper just scratched pathetically over the surface. I tried chipping it away, but realized I would have to chip the stuff away one square inch at a time. It was hopeless. We would have to walk.
But Mia was not on board with this new plan. She wailed that she wanted to listen to her music in the car, so I told her to bring her portable CD player and listen on headphones while we walked. Huge mistake. She spent the walk complaining and crying that she couldn't hear, trying in vain to adjust her headphones correctly while she walked painfully slow. She asked me to carry the player, and then began willfully walking in bizarre patterns, wrapping the headphone cord around telephone poles and signs. It was bitter cold, and neither of us was wearing appropriate clothes for the trek. In between headphone problems, Mia would cry, "I'm cold," as her little hands turned pink from the icy wind. I was so stressed and frustrated that I grabbed the headphones from her head and confiscated the music. She howled hysterically the rest of the way, and I finally walked into school late with a crying child.
It's amazing how quickly things can go from fine to disastrous with a little kid. If you are not at your best, they will push every button and amplify your shortcomings by 1,000 percent. If you are late and just want to hurry up and get where you're going, they will dawdle and complain and have a crisis over zipping their jacket, then refuse to let you put on their hat and mittens, and then complain that they are cold (but still refuse the hat and mittens). And you will go from slightly stressed and hurried to a raging, raving lunatic who is ripping the headphones from your child's head, shouting "Give them to me!" while she screams and the neighbors look on in horror.
I was spent for the rest of the day after that. I stared at the computer for hours, but couldn't do any work. I ended up walking around Whole Foods just for the comfort of it. All the way until bedtime, I could do nothing but the bare minimum. But now it is morning again, and I have another day to try and do better.