Chiberia

It’s here.

That time of year. You know… when the temps dip below 0 throughout the entire week. When you question every decision you’ve made about living in this frozen tundra you call home…. or is that just me?

Barf.

My husband, of course, spent the earlier part of the week in Colorado on a ski trip- playing in the snow. The rest of us stayed here. Suffering through all the snow. And cold air.

I’m not bitter. Just freakin’ cold.

My mom came to visit until Tuesday, which was great because I never turn down a set of extra hands. Two-year-olds are exhausting. But it was just me and the kiddo up against the record-setting lows coming our way Tuesday night.

What do I do if the water pipes freeze? What if the heat goes out? At what point do I worry because there is ice INSIDE of the windows? Can our dog even pee in temps this low? Or does it just freeze as it comes out?

All questions I didn’t have the answer to. Everything is seemingly fine (fingers crossed), but I’ll still stand by the decision to double up my child’s pajamas these last two nights when it dipped down to -22 and -24.

Helicopter mom strikes again.

Luckily, working from home is an option. But if we’re being honest, that just makes me even more stir crazy.

Stuck inside for over 36 hours and I’m stuck weaving in ends. My sanity is about to crack.

Anyway, we’re at Thursday morning and have been told by this afternoon things will just be “normal Chicago cold”. So that’s something to look forward to, I guess?

How’s everyone doing out there? Frozen? Sleeping through the whole thing? Scheduling trips to warmer climates at this very moment?

If you have a strategy to keep kids not from going crazy being inside for so long, HIT ME UP. Please and thank you.

-Amy