I've always insisted to Jerry and anyone else who will listen that I was made for tropical climates. As in not Montana. I do not enjoy winter sports. I do not enjoy winter at all. Not even at Christmas. I'd really rather decorate a palm tree. One of my current fantasies involves a weekend Vegas vacation where I lay around at Mandalay Beach and only consume beverages decorated with colorful little umbrellas. This fantasy also includes me wearing a bikini though....it might be a tad out of my reach.
Jerry, on the other hand, lives the Montana experience to the fullest. Hunting, fishing, hiking, you name it. I can fake being a nature girl during the summer months, but I've always fallen far short of his adoration for this place. Until this weekend. Jerry and I were planning a hotel rendezvous at a halfway point between our current towns. The Kiddo was really excited to see Daddy. I was really excited to see Daddy, too. I was also really excited about the pool and room service. This morning the Kiddo had an appointment to get her holiday pictures done. On the way there the roads were dry. When we left the studio it was fricking blizzarding out. I drove home doing 35 miles an hour on the highway and feeling like I was risking our lives. That was at 11 o'clock. It's still blizzarding with no signs of letting up until Sunday. Wind chill will be bringing the temperature down to a cozy -15 degrees Fahrenheit. Since we were only going up for one night and it involved about a 5 hour drive both ways, any hazardous road conditions sort of make it difficult to spend any real time together. So I cancelled the reservation (not before my card was charged and this particular website takes "up to two weeks" to refund. And I conveniently have a bill due before then. Nice.) Jerry is so disappointed; I think he might be coming around to my way of thinking on the weather. I may get to move to the Bahamas yet. I wonder what NICUs are like in the Bahamas.
We had wanted to try not to go six weeks without seeing each other again, and this really sucks. I know, all the most eloquent writers use the word "sucks" all the time, right? The Kiddo is not taking it well either. She misses her Daddy so much. Every other word is "Daddy." She gets frustrated that she has to deal with me all the time and frequently requests Daddy. Daddy is the fun one, Mommy is the one that makes her clean her room and get dressed and go to day care. So now she has no fun at all. I don't blame her a bit. I'm sick of dealing with me too.
The flip side is that the extra time gives me a better shot at my goal of finishing all three of my papers by Wednesday. Then I have an extra 12-hour clinical rotation on Wednesday night. And Thanksgiving weekend will be spent preparing for my practical skills test and finals. Unless I cancel the extra rotation and decide to drive up to see Jerry. Who will likely then have to work the whole time since we had thought we'd see each other this weekend and he signed up for overtime over Thanksgiving weekend. Crap.