A few rough nights...
...makes for dizzy daddy. Between baby and perpetual snowstorms, there is no routine left. Just as things got settled in the house this morning, around 6am, a city plow went up and down our street three times, blaring it's airhorn each time it came across the one car that was not moved off-street. How is that helpful? I went to work and Val texted me later to say the plow had come by two or three more honky times until she called Public Works to complain. They said they would tell the plow driver to stop honking, but if we happen to see the neighbor with the unmoved car, could we ask them to move it? That's what tagging and towing is for, bitches! I know they get a little overzealous with it back in MN, but here it seems to be empty threats. Anyway, it only took me twice as long to get to work this morning, after saying goodbye to sleepy Val and wide awake Vivian. There was an upside down Jeep Wrangler on the first half of my commute, and two spinouts on the second half, and that's just with 2-3 inches of snow during morning rush hour.
Tomorrow is supposed to be 7-11 more inches of snow, with or without "wintry mix" included.
At least she's cute, right?