Nope. Not a post like the rest of the happy people today. The ones bundling their children up in their cute bright coats, hats, and scarfs. Taking cute pictures in the snow and writing blogs about how wonderful it was for their kids to see the snow and enjoy the snow day off.
The entire neighborhood is outside right now. Literally right in front of my office window, sledding down a big hill and climbing back up. My son is one of those kids. Justin's out there too with Chloe. They're running around and throwing snow balls.
Meanwhile, I'm inside with my stuffy nosed child with special needs (as well as my old dog with arthiritis and cataracts) looking through the window at all the happy people.
I haven't had a moment like this in a while. They do seem to be spacing out. But it just makes me sick to my stomach and tears well up in my eyes. Why can't Kendall be out there? Why does she have to have Cerebral Palsy? Why can't we put her on a sled in a laundry basket, pull her around the yard and snap pictures of her smiling and squealing and enjoying the snow? Why does MY daughter have to have a seizure disorder, a comprimised immune system, a sensory processing disorder? An aversion to cold things and bright things? WHY WHY WHY?
And to all the people complaining on Facebook about how ready they are for the ice to melt so their kids can get out of their hair...stop. At least your kids can walk. And talk. And play in the $#!* snow. And don't pull their hair when someone laughs or claps.
It just freaking sucks. Big time. And don't tell me to count my blessings. I do everyday. I'm just having one of those days. And as my friend Chelsea Handler once said. "When life hands you lemons, squeeze them into your vodka." Except I don't have any vodka and my car is stuck in the driveway.
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