It snowed overnight Friday and Caitlin woke us yesterday at an ungodly hour with sheer joy: “Mommy, Daddy it snowed out! It’s so beautiful!” It was a quasi-Winter Wonderland. Not enough snow to cover the grass, but just enough to encourage the dogs to pee on the tree in the center of our patio and discourage them from walking another five feet into the hinterlands of the backyard. Not enough snow to build a snowman, but just enough for Caitlin to finallly wear her snow coveralls she got two years ago for Christmas. I headed to the grocery early Friday with all the other village idiots and I stocked up on the necessities: Pull Ups, milk, beer, Girl Scout cookies, and washable paints for Caitlin. The hubby took Caitlin to the video store and I made Southwestern bean soup for dinner. We were hunkered down for the forecasted winter storm. By 1 p.m. yesterday Caitlin had painted several masterpieces, she was already bored with the two videos she had picked out at the movie store, the baby was napping, the hubby was working, and I started getting that maniacal urge to spring clean, only it was 20 degrees outside. Dog hair, dried bananas, and fingerprints taunted me. Our dirty house was suddenly larger than life and I did what every bored homebound with small children woman does when she is suddenly disgusted by the sad domestic state of her surroundings. (No…it was too early for tequila.) I broke out the old toothbrush. I scrubbed the highchair and its sticky plastic crevices. Caitlin got into the cleaning groove and wiped down every surface in the kitchen with those handy all purpose wipes. I cleaned out the refrigerator and threw out jars with two tablespoons of whatever clinging to the bottom. We vacuumed (mommy witih the real vacuum and Caitlin with her red plastic vacuum from grandma) in unison and for one hour the house actually seemed clean.