MINNESOTA WINTERS WITH KIDS; THE SIMPLE TASK OF COMING HOME AS A MN MOM IN THE WINTER MEANS FORCING THE FRONT DOOR OPEN, UNSUCCESSFULLY 'PUTTING MY BACK INTO IT' WITH FULL ARMS, WHILE TRIPPING ON MY SEA OF COATS/ SNOWPANTS WITH THE UNSEEN BUT DEADLY BOOTS UNDERNEATH STOPPING ME IN MY TRACKS AS I FUMBLE INSIDE TRYING NOT TO DIE. IT LEAVES ME WITH A SLOUGH OF PROFANITY IN MY HEAD WHILE ATTEMPTING SURVIVAL TO ENTER MY HOME. MY MOOD WENT FROM, "YAY, I'M FINALLY HERE TO BE WITH MY BABIES" TO "ARE-YOU-KIDDING-ME? WHO'S-CRAP-IS-THIS-AND-WHY-IS-IT-IN-FRONT-OF-THE-DOOR?- OH-SHIT!! (THE DEADLY BOOT RUBBER UNDER INNOCENT PINK SNOWPANTS HAS MY ENTRANCE DEAD IN MY TRACKS AS MY BODY FORCEFULLY JOLTS FORWARD INTO THE ENTRYWAY.)THERE-GO-THE EGGS-I-NEEDED-FOR-OUR-NEXT- MEAL. JUST-LET-THEM-GO!! LET-THEM-GO-FOR-SURVIVAL'S-SAKE!!! THE STRUGGLE WAS REAL.
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