Baby, it's cold outside

I am not complaining about the cold. Really, I am not. However, I did see some upsetting and ridiculous situations this morning that I need to log here because they are so wrong. Let me set the stage for you. When my husband lovingly encouraged, or rather pushed, me out of bed this morning. I took time to make sure all the kids had warm clothes to wear before even venturing downstairs to glance unwillingly at the thermometer. -3. Stupendous. Thankfully my afore mentioned dear hubby has Wednesdays off so we didn't have to transport all five kids this morning, just the older two. So, I do my normal yell while clapping along with all the words "Hats! Coats! Gloves! Boots! Let's Go!" Is this what every mom's morning is like? Seriously, winter used to be my favorite season until the myriad of outerwear showed up in the form of single gloves and hats that don't really fit anybody anymore, but we hang on to them 'just in case.' Back to my observations. The truck shuttles us to school and on the way I only have to tell the kids to "hang on" once. The conversation is actually quite light and bubbly, a welcome change from the normal cries of "Mommy! She said I said, but I didn't say" and so on. We make the circle in the school parking lot and wait our turn to drop off. As we are waiting I see children in approximately every other vehicle emerge without hat or gloves. In their defense (insert sarcasm) it is 1 degree above zero in town. I drop the big kids off and make my way slowly (pretending I'm on vacation) to the Dollar General. What could I possibly see that bothered me at the Dollar General? A display outside. Of what? Well, thank you for asking. It is a pallet of soda. Specifically a few 12 packs of Pepsi Throwback. I think I actually felt sorry for the Pepsi. (Pepsi and I do have sort of an inappropriate relationship. Unrequited love, maybe. I LOVE Pepsi.) I did mention that it's cold outside? Like the high for today and tomorrow is forecasted to be 13 degrees. I'm all for ice cold beverages, but this may be a little bit overboard. Thinking I have seen it all for today, I make my way to the sanity of my truck. I look across the parking lot knowing what I will see before I see it from the tell tale sound. Brace yourself. Someone. Was Washing. Their car. Um, are you kidding me? I considered sticking around to watch this misguided clean freak try to open their car door when they were done, but decided it wouldn't be polite. I climbed in my truck and decided I better head home before I saw someone wearing flip flops.