You want me to let my kids do what?

The truth is, I'm not a ski-mom. Actually, I'm not the mom of any outdoor winter sport. I prefer to stay inside during the winter. Unfortunately, I married a man who loves all things outdoor-winter-ish. So, here I sit. At a very uncomfortable picnic table in the "lodge" at the "hill" while Frick and Frack are in ski school. This is their first year of real ski school, prior to this they took lessons. Now, they are good enough that they are in ski school. There is nothing about this that makes me comfortable. Coldness and hard benches aside, the thought of allowing my kids to get on a chair and go up a mountain is very anxiety producing for me. I'm a mom. My one job is to protect my kids. Yet, I stuck them into hard boots, attached them to fat sticks and sent them to the chair. I just about died. This is not what I think of as safe. SS Dad thinks this is amazing. His little girls, hurtling down a mountain and loving it. However, he's nice and toasty warm in his office and my cold behind is parked on this bench. The girls have this everyday this week, a week in February and every Saturday until there is no more snow. I just texted SS Dad and told him to take off that week in February. By then, my large pregnant belly will not fit at these old picnic tables.