Picture this.

Its is so nice here, like 10'c. Kip is working nights so I try to be MIA so he can sleep during the day (or at least attempt to).
After a great visit this morning with an old friend, lunch and Dora... I still had to kill a few hours before nap time.
A walk!
Yup, drag the stroller out of the garage, dust off all the sawdust, grab hats and coats last minute...off we go.
Starts out fantastic! Katie and I are chatting, Bailey prancing beside us, sun on our faces...
We round the school and turn around to head home.

Then the wind picks up.

Not only "pick up" but turns into a full on hurricane.

So there is me, nosing running like a tap (this damn cold), hair wiping in my face, Bailey pulling me all over the place to get the ball she keeps dropping, Katie drinking Booster juice (Blueberry...smart one momma) as it drips down her hand and pools on her coat. I was trying to keep her hat so that her ears were covered but since it was supposed to be a "Nice Day" I didn't bring the one that had ear flaps. Of course.
It was blowing so hard that I literally could hardly push the stroller.

Seriously, I looked like a lunatic. I was nearly to the point of sitting down on the sidewalk and crying. Nearly.

Man, my days are so high and low lately.
Intensely rotten and intensely wonderful all at the same time.

ummm, ya...momma needs vodka. Make it a double.