What just happened?!

I have no issue with the three feet of snow, especially considering we didn’t lose power. The most challenging part was the third snow day.

I was mentally prepared for one. Then when we woke up Monday morning, I was mentally prepared for Tuesday to be a snow day too. But Wednesday really blindsided me.

Then someone said they didn’t think it was safe to go back Thursday.

It is NOT safe for them to stay home. They are at each other’s throats. I sent them outside Tuesday and I could still hear them screaming at each other.

Granted the first time I sent them out, they got stuck and were screaming for help.

They went out Monday as soon as the wind was dying down. It took them 20 minutes to make their way from the garage to the front door. The door could not be opened because of the three feet of snow.

I yelled through the closed door,

“Go back to the garage!”

They made it halfway and then there was more screaming. I had to put on my snow pants and rescue RB. They marched straight into the house. BB yelled at the living room,

“Alexa! Why did our mom send us out in the blizzard?”

“If you’ve been cooped up inside because of a blizzard, she probably wanted you to get some fresh air.”

BB nodded.

Everyone is much more amenable with Alexa than they are with me.

I didn’t want anyone to miss a moment. I tell them,

“This is the biggest snowstorm of our lives! I don’t know if we’ll ever see a bigger one!”

“Can we stay in?”

“Yes, but we’re going out tomorrow!”

The next day I spent hours shoveling the two front steps. My children tried to frolic nearby, but could only stagger around. BB struggled through snow up to her waist and RB tried to stay in BB’s footsteps or else she couldn’t go anywhere at all.

BB came to me,

“I hate to say this, but this is too much snow.”

“I know.”

“I would rather have 7 to 8 inches.”

Anything less than 2 feet is starting to sound very reasonable.

And not to go on and on about Heated Rivalry, but I need you to know that I traded in ESPN for HBO Max. I feel very good about this.

My targeted ads know full well what I’m up to. My ad stream looks like this:

• Cat litter box
• Cat tree
• Cat litter box
• Sex pillow
• Cat food
• Cat littler box
• Sex pillow
• Cat tree
• Sex pillow

It took me an absurd amount of mindless scrolling to realize these weren’t just regular pillows. I told Captain,

“Litter boxes and sex pillows have taken over my feed.”

“Two things I never thought we’d have.”

Huh.

I’m not surprised he never thought we’d have a litter box. But a sex pillow? Doesn’t seem so far fetched.

We now own a litter box, a cat tree, a cat bed and many, many pillows. They’re just waiting for their chance to identify as a sex pillow.

If all goes well, our new, fluffy, baby kitty will be arriving after we get back from Austria. And believe it or not, we’re all excited for MORE snow.