Peters Family Cabin Fever, Part GETMEOUTTAHEEEERE

We’ve now officially been stuck in the house for 3 days. While most people probably could’ve ventured out by now, my car is really bad in ice and I really don’t have any reason to take the baby out in the dangerous weather. So here I am, the beginning of the fourth day in the house. I’m starting to smell like an old woman.

Luckily my good buddy Mikayla saved me yesterday by trucking out in her big SUV and taking us to get pedicures. That, my friends, was an hour of absolute fabulousness. Not to mention snacking in a ‘tavern’ with a very tatooed waitress…but we’ll talk about that another time. Before I was saved yesterday, I began this list of our snow day activities.

1. Get up, blow nose, suction snot out of baby’s nose, quell screaming about the suctioning, attempt breakfast, clean oatmeal and bananas off my face and the baby’s face.

2. Play with every single toy the baby owns. Finally bring out metal bowls and giant spoon for banging on aforementioned bowls. Baby happy for 15 minutes.

3. Try to think of name for the baby’s bored noise. Sounds like a dying animal. Finally settle on Dying Duck.

4. Attempt to finish web project for freelance with dying duck on my lap. Unsuccessful.

5. Dog runs from front to back door, extremely anxious about sound of ice falling on our house. I let her out and she cries until I let her back in. Sounds like a dying wolf. Dying wolf and dying duck.

6. Baby finally asleep. Attempt to relax by watching TV.

7. Nothing on TV except less than mediocre movie with Ashton Kutcher and Amanda Peet. Try to take nap.

8. 10 minutes into nap baby wakes up because she can’t breathe with snot in her nose and thumb in her mouth. I suction nose. Screaming ensues.

9. I write list of my misery. Realize I am boring.