Thank the Lord it's finally tomorrow. You know, as in The sun will come out, tomorrow...!
We have lived in the land of snow and ice for at least 300 years now (or, a month-and-a-half) and I can tell you that anyone North of the Mason-Dixon or in the Heartland has my complete respect, awe and pity.
We've probably had a total of 10 inches accumulation in the past six weeks, but living in the ill-prepared South, it was enough to keep our beloved children home from school for long stretches of time. Slick backroads made it impossible for bus routes to run. School parking lots weren't plowed for days.
Mommies everywhere were tying Rambo-esque bandanas around their heads and strapping snow shovels to the fronts of their SUVs to clear the pavement at Chuck E. Cheese's. You could hear their battle cries from miles away--We must escape!
I understand that it snowed three feet in Washington DC. And that the people in Minnesota get out their shorts when there's only 10 inches of snow. But we just don't get that around here. There's not enough milk, bread and eggs in a Publix or Kroger in a 100-mile radius to keep us sustained for that long.
And so, today the sun is shining, the ice in my driveway has finally melted, and I have my own animated bluebird on my shoulder. It's the truth. It's actual. Everything is satisfactual.
This is the kind of day when I expect strangers at the mall to spontaneously break into a 500 Days of Summer highly choreographed song-and-dance routine, and I would innately be able to join them, even though I've never taken a dance class in my life.
And you know what that means. Time to go shopping. I don't care what Punxsutawney Phil says--this Mama needs a new pair of shoes, and the strappier sandal, the better.
I know--last time I got the spring bug in February,this happened. I understand that this is what Old Navy is trying to do when it puts those freaky mannequins in shorts this time of year. I know I'm being manipulated by the fashion mafia, and I just don't care anymore. Viva la tank tops!
I feel like Princess Leia at the end of Return of the Jedi. We have defeated evil and now anything is possible. The sun is shining. The kids are on their bikes. Time to hug your brother, kiss your sweetie and dance with the Ewoks.
And if anyone mentions snow in the forecast, well, just watch out. The Force is with me and all those other moms with snow shovels still lashed to their bumpers.