It's damn cold.

Complaining about the weather doesn't do a lick but make you sound whiny. So, I am not complaining. I am simply stating a fact.

It is ass freezing cold here.

It is negative seventeen- repeat NEGATIVE FREAKING SEVENTEEN- without the windchill. Welcome to Wisconsin.

Schools have been cancelled for two days in a row because there aren't enough degrees to go around, and the school districts are worried about kids turning to Popsicles as they wait for the bus. Which, I don't understand, because I have never known a Popsicle to break out into a gratuitous scream or stick a wad of chewed gum into another Popsicle's hair. Seems like kidsicles are actually the way to go. You don't even need to feed them lunch.

When schools are closed for weather, our staff often works from home. Or "works from home". We figure the school districts are smarter than us. If they say it's too rough to go outside, we don't venture to the office. I don't venture to the office because it is too cold to drive there, but it isn't too cold to bundle the youngins up and drive just about anywhere else. In fact, since it was too cold to drive to the office, we spent the day driving around, running errands and taking Jay to the kiddie gym and the splash pool at the YMCA. Because it was too cold to drive to work.

I have never let logic cloud my thinking.

In my defense, we have cabin fever. With weather like this, frostbite can start in as little as ten minutes, and so we really have spent a lot of time at home. Working from home gets hard when hour after hour Jay sees me sitting at the computer and wants to play because Woohoo! Mama is here and not at the office! I can't seem to convince him that I am working. So after a few hours I throw in the towel and we pack up for the kiddie gym where Jay can jump on trampolines and launch himself into ball pits until he is a ruddy faced puddle of exhaustion. A few more hours of work over naptime, and then out to the YMCA for a swim at the splash pool to expend the last of his vast stores of energy.

I like to say he is "spirited", but sometimes I think he is really just possessed.

I'll get back to work now. Which really is work, not "work", because Chris is braving the temps to get Jay out of the condo while I get some reports done and emails fired off. If you have any degrees to spare, please send them ASAP. Kathy, Fed Ex is great, though maybe we could look into some kind of electronic transfer, which might work faster. Thanks, and I swear I'll pay you right back. As soon as degree payday comes.