Me + Snow = Donezo.

I am so tired of winter. I'm ready to write off snow as a friend forever. I know, I know, I live in Tennessee and I have no right to complain about snow. But your holier-than-though snowiness can shove it, because I hate it and I'm done with it.

A month ago, I got yet another joyful colonoscopy and stricture dilation. I spent a Sunday guzzling salty water (the dreaded prep), not eating for more than 24 hours and stuck in the bathroom. Around 10 p.m., the snow started to fall hard, and every news channel was warning of the coming apocalypse. "The clinic might be closed tomorrow. You shouldn't drive to Nashville," my mom texted me. I had already finished my prep and was about to go to sleep for the procedure in the morning.

Luckily, the clinic wasn't closed. But it took us THREE hours to drive the 30 miles, watching everyone around us skid and overcorrect on the interstate covered with an inch of ice.

I did not care. I would have walked, or maybe made my five-pound poodle drag me on a sled. After doing that prep, Hell opening up would not stop me from getting to the doctor for my procedure as scheduled.

We're expecting a "blizzard" any hour here in Middle Tennessee. (This means two inches. Yeah.) Schools were let out early, the traffic on the way to pick up Adelyn was out. of. control. They were almost out of milk at the grocery store. My apartment is BURNING up upstairs and so, so cold downstairs. I am sick of battling a screaming baby every morning before we leave the house, struggling to put on her jacket, her socks, her shoes, warming up the car and inevitably forgetting something back in the house each and every time I manage to make it out to the car with my purse, Addy's diaper bag, all the documents and books I have to schlep to work, and, um, Adelyn.

I am ready to put on a breezy sundress, some sandals, to put Adelyn in an even cuter sundress and sandals, to walk casually out my door and take my time walking to the car because it's not -300 degrees outside. I want to enjoy being outside again.

Anyway. Adelyn's been really sick since Saturday. She woke up that morning with the highest fever she's ever had. Then it went away and she seemed fine. On Sunday, stuff started showing up in her diaper that I don't want to write about here. (No, I didn't taste it to see what it was.) Later that day a mysterious rash showed up on her stomach and back. On top of it all, her gums are more swollen than I've ever seen them.

I usually work from home on Mondays, but this one was spent working only after she fell asleep--spending the day trying to do whatever I could to stop her from crying. Tuesday, she still wasn't better, so I stayed home from work and again spent my day at war with the fussiness. I didn't leave the house for TWO days. I did not relish in this.

Today, I went to work. I got a text from Adelyn's babysitter about the explosion that erupted out of her diaper and all over their floor.

And now, we're home, Adelyn's asleep. The snow has started falling almost to the minute they predicted.

Maybe I'll just put on my sundress and walk around the house.