Winter kind of ran up behind me and smacked me on the head this year.
I had not bought snow boots at the end of last season. Largely because I thought Owen and Lilly would still either fit into last years pair, or wear the outgrown pair of an older sibling, and Sam has refused to wear boots at all for two straight years now.
But then it turns out that Owen is only two years younger than Sam and because I spent Sam's last two years finding the most vaguely boot-type footwear possible in hopes that Sam would wear them, so Owen has only bootesque footwear and Lilly is still wearing her damn rain boots. Because you try telling Lilly what to wear. Word of advice: bring a magazine, because she's going to be crying on the floor for a long time.
Also the car scrapers seem to have spontaneously combusted, which is weird because I didn't even hear an explosion.
So while I was at Target this weekend I grabbed the last car scrapper there, literally seconds ahead of at LEAST 6 other people. Then those people just milled around for a while, glaring at me. I was hovering at the end of the aisle where they put the clearanced car washing tools, waiting for the crowd to disperse so I could sneak back and see how much my treasure was going to cost me, and one lady ran up, shoved my cart aside and snatched a car mop up. I guess you could say that the car mop kind of looked like a scraper, but was clearly labelled as car washing tool, so I'm not sure how that's going to work out for her. All in all, it's the closest I've ever come to an end of the world type event and it was rough.
Anyhow, that whole story is moot, because when I drove the kids to the museum on Sunday, I took Chris's car, and the precious scraper was not in that car. When we came out the car was COVERED in snow. The kids were all, "yeah, good luck with that," and tucked themselves into the warm car.
So I looked around his car and found an old newspaper Sudoku and and hanger and wrapped the hanger in the newspaper and was, overall, super klassy.
It was not terrible efficient, and it is possible that I was swearing a little bit, because I didn't have gloves, either. And I think maybe I worried Lilly.
Because this morning, I noticed Lilly repeatedly going to the window and peering outside.
When I was putting my coat on, she shouted, "MOM. MOM. MOM. I have an idea. I can help!"
And she runs off, and came back with a book, and her princess dress up hat - not a crown, but that cone shaped one.
"You can push the snow off with the book, and you can put your hand in here," she gestures to the hat, "to keep it warm!"
Honestly, probably still better than a newspaper and hanger.