Last night we got about 8 inches of snow, so this morning's commute was horrible. Granted, I only had to go a couple of miles to get S to school, but it was still horrible.

But let's start with last night.

The first sign that my evening was about to be ruined came in the form of my five year old. I am sitting at the computer and he comes up to me and says, "Mommy, I don't feel good." I felt his head and he had no fever, so I picked him up and hugged him.

Next thing I know, he is throwing up all over me...And over me...and over me.

Poor thing has a stomach virus.

Next, the snow decided to come down harder than originally reported. We were only supposed to get 3-5 inches, but later they said 6-9. It's wonderful when it is your husband you are getting it from, but not the sky, huh?

So today, I am driving the kid to school with the sick kid in the backseat. The drivers out there were going too fast or the conditions, as usual. The interstate is a block or so down the street, so we always get those Chicago commuters speeding down our street because they are running late or something.

Then I saw a lady, I think it was a lady, jogging down the street. You have to realize that the streets may be plowed, but not all the way across to make it a comfortable two-lanes. She is running WITH the traffic, not against it, so she doesn't see the Big-Ol-Humoungous Salt Truck/Plow bearing down on her from over the hill. I have no clue what happened, but the idiot was actually jogging IN the street, not on the side. Hopefully, she wasn't flattened or swept to the side by the plow.

I have to take the cat to the vet for a followup shot for the tapeworm, so I will make this short and say, "Bye Y'all! Can somebody send me some warm weather? Anyone want some snow?"