Things I don't say.

Sometimes, as the concerned, caring, parent that I am, I want to say to my kids:

"WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR JUST THREE FUCKING SECONDS?!?!?!? WILL YOU STOP ASKING FOR YOUR FUCKING MOTHER EVERYTIME I TRY TO TAKE YOU SOMEWHERE, GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO EAT, OR BRING YOU TO THE BATHROOM?!?"

But I don't say those things.

Today was one of those days where all the kids were overtired and, by the end of the day, intensely cranky. Collectively, they had an excellent morning... and even had a half-decent rest-of-the-day, but in turn, each had a serious backtalking breakdown session that almost had me hiking back to Westchester. Especially my youngest.

On the upside, I definitely challenged myself today. I skied with Maggie on a bunch of intermediate (and one black diamond) trails, and tried to keep up with her. I failed, but I did put in the effort. At one point, it was snowing so hard visibility was practically zero. That made it intense and fun.

I found out that I'm pretty much only used to skiing in crappy conditions. There were spots today when I was actually in fresh powder, and I had no idea what to do. Ice doesn't bother me, but good conditions throw me off.

I'm rambling.

Oh, I should mention that we had an hour and a half to kill without the kids, and Maggie was like... let's go back to the house. If you know what I mean. I love it when she's like that.

Love to all. Even you, the guy in the SUV who tried (and failed) to drive around the line of cars waiting to drop off their children at ski school.