It’s been the snowiest December since 1970. During the first storm, I wrote this post and forgot to publish. I’ve adjusted a little better now, but it’s still applicable.
When it’s cold out, I get acrimonious. MrH will try everything he knows how, but it’s never quite right or quite enough. There is a tricky balance between expressing how you feel (need, cranky…) and loving the other by realizing that he is cold, too. We both have the same goal: to get home quickly without falling on the slippery ice.
In those moments I want him to take charge, but don’t agree with his decisions when he does. Recently, we’ve been seeing a portrayal of this in all its awfulness: know Nate and Jen on the Amazing Race? If you don’t,you should watch it because they are like a caricature of how I get when it’s cold out. Not pretty, not teamwork. Working on it.
