It appears winter is upon us here in the Rocky Mountains.  To my extreme disappointment, the first snow hit yesterday.  I know, why the hell do I live here if I don't like winter?  Well it isn't that I don't like winter, I just don't like winter from October to May.  I'd be perfectly happy with a three month winter, even four.  But when winter creeps into my fall and spring, I'm just not a happy mommy. 

My four year old son Jackson on the other hand, couldn't have been happier to wake up to a lawn covered in white.  Before the sun had even risen he was standing by my bed waking me up to ask if he could look outside.  From there the conversation went a little like this:

Jackson said: "Mommy, everything is white outside.  Hooray!!"
Mommy thought: "Get back in bed and shut the hell up!"

Jackson said: "I'll have to wear my snow boots to school today!"
Mommy thought: "Where the hell are the snow boots?  Shit, his feet have gone up two sizes since last winter."

Jackson said: "Can we go outside now?"
Mommy thought: "No, we can go outside next June."

Jackson said: "I want to build a snowman."
Mommy thought: "I want to move to Hawaii."

Jackson said: "Let's get to school early so I can play with my friends outside."
Mommy thought: "The traffic will be terrible with all the boobs who don't have their snow tires on yet.  F%@#, are my snow tires on?"

Jackson said: "Does this mean I can start my skiing lessons?"
Mommy thought: "I don't have money for the ski lessons.  Why can't he just walk up and down the mountain for fun?"

Jackson said: "Mommmmmyyyyy, get up!!!"
Mommy thought: "May the winter games begin!"