It's snowing ||@Emma

Michelle was getting antsy sitting around all day she again wasn’t working tonight so she had twenty- four hours to herself and Jackson. For a moment she didn’t know where he was, standing in the kitchen she looked down at the floor he wasn’t there playing with pots she figured he walked off somewhere so she glanced up into the living room and found him with his face pressed to the glass. She figured he was looking for James but his  squeal caught her off guard he wouldn’t just show up unannounced or without her forcing him to come along so why was Jackson making noise. “What?” more babbling. Michelle walked over drying her hands making cookies was a hard job though she was mostly eating. Popping another chocolate chip in her mouth she dropped onto the couch on her knees. “What?” she said looking out the window with him. No one was there so what was this child doing. 

She tried to feed him chocolate but he was so focused outside he didn’t care. “Mummy!" and more gibberish. Michelle looked up again and now focused more on the bigger picture, it was snowing. Jackson had seen snow from the car and this window but it was actually covering the roads and staying not like the cheap snow showers they’ve been getting. "Snow.” she said mostly to herself. Rupert tried to get in the window so she moved, “Wanna go see snow?” she said and Jackson spun to look at her.

They bundled up and Rupert got his Christmas sweater on and she leashed him up and they went outside. Michelle didn’t plan on going far but Jackson wanted to play in it and her front lawn was rather small but good enough for him. Sitting on the cold step she watched Rupert try to attack the snow and Jackson running around in it. She picked up a little snow and threw it at Jackson hitting him in the stomach. “OW!" he laughed and attempted to throw at her but fell short. "Nice try.” she said picking up more and throwing it but this time hitting a passerby. “Oh shite- sorry mate. I can’t aim for crap. Sorry.” she said jumping up.


“If I had it my way, i would just kept it short forever. Of course, men like long hair. There’s no two ways about it. The majority of the boys around me were like, ‘Why did you do that? That’s such an error.’ And i was like, 'Well, honestly, I don’t really care what you think!’ I’ve never felt so confident as I did with short hair- I felt really good in my own skin.”

There’s something about having a blanket for your forehead and hair that’s one length…I haven’t had a normal haircut in forever. Feels so on edge! 😉 #emma2.0