Winter finally broke me. Here's how I know. I bought UGGs. Yes, UGGs. I have railed with hatred against UGGs when I saw my first pair, years ago. A friend had some in college. She only wore them as bedroom slippers, declaring them utterly hideous, but utterly comfortable and perfect for Vermont winters.
I rolled my eyes, and scorned, as Brittany Spears and the rest wore the godawful things EVERYWHERE. With SHORTS. In LA! (Weren't her feet and the UGGs all sweaty and stinky? I mean, these things are made of SHEEPSKIN. Ewww.) And then everyone wore them everywhere and some of them had sequins and it was a dark time for mankind.
I could make some allowances for UGGs. As slippers. Around the house. Maybe outside of the house if you weren't getting out of the car and no one saw you. Maybe as apres-ski wear, because well, when in Rome, and when your feet are cold & boot-banged after a day on the slopes. Those I could accept.
Then this winter came, and it's been SO cold, and SO snowy, and it feels like Helene was never at school. There was a 20 degree day where I had a cold, and I felt like crap, and I had to walk the 3 blocks to school to get her, and I was longing to just be warm and cozy and comfortable, and oh my god. I wanted UGGs. I must really be very ill, indeed.
Over the last 3 weeks, here are all the things that have happened: the baby has been hospitalized for RSV; then he had a weird low-grade lower-intestinal stomach bug the next week; now this week, he's had hand, foot, and mouth, and the most horrible spiking high fever with it. He's barely slept in his crib for the last 3 nights, because he only wants to be held. And the dishwasher has been broken for 3 weeks. And the back door lock broke, so we can only operate it from the inside. And the lights on the stove hood stopped working, and were then repaired incorrectly, and are STILL not working. And the sink was leaking. And a 19-year old cousin of Seth's succeeded in killing herself with pills, after lingering in the hospital for a week. And a colleague's husband, an amazing man, succumbed to cancer. And it's been frigging cold and it snowed some more and THERE ARE WOLVES AND I WANT TO GO HOME WHERE IS MY MOMMY?
So. I found myself looking longingly at a friend's UGGs on Friday night. She just looked so warm, and comfortable (she is also slender and glamorous, and the rest of her looked like she was just off the slopes and in the boutiques at Aspen). It's really no wonder, then, that while I was exhausted and trapped inside on Monday's snow day with the sick baby, and it was 19 out, and the other child needed to be entertained, well, goddamn it, I BOUGHT UGGS.
You will pry them from my cold, dead, winter-broken feet.
Is it spring yet?