Posted in Mental health, Parenting

Just Snow me in Already

The other day, as I was making waffles, a glass measuring cup fell out of the cupboard onto my mixing bowl and cracked it in half.  Flour and eggs spilled onto the counter, poured down the cupboards, and pooled on the floor.  Something about flour and eggs, when they’re mixed together and spilt – they become like cement.  For about a half hour I scraped, vacuumed, scrubbed, and swept, and still didn’t get it all off.

By evening, I had recovered from my supper catastrophe.  The batter had been prepared again, after mourning the loss of four entire eggs and the fact that I would have to go out the next day and buy more to replace them.  The pudding was mixed up, the farmer sausage hurriedly fried, and the fruit chopped.  The family fed.

But I was still feeling frazzled.  I had spent the morning of that day helping in the kids’ area at my church, after which I had been at home with my own two for the afternoon.  Kids are beautiful and wonderful and energetic and wild and just about enough to drive me to madness some days.  

In all of this, there was one recompense: the weather was calling for snow.

FINALLY.

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Why ‘finally,’ you may ask?  Well, I could use a snow day.  Couldn’t you?  A door-busting blizzard, altering the world to a frigid wasteland where no one dares to venture.

School?  Nope, cancelled.  Work?  The roads aren’t safe.  Car won’t start.  Can’t get out of my driveway.  Got frostbite.  (Insert your best excuse here.)   Sorry, I won’t be in today! 

Grocery shopping?  Errands?  Appointments?  Are you crazy?  Not in this weather!

Best to just stay warm in bed.  Let the world stop for a little while.  Hunker down, wait for it to be over (or wish that it would last longer).  Message each other about it on social media.  Compare pictures of whose car is more buried, whose snow cliff around the driveway is higher after shovelling or snowblowing, whose droopy trees are prettier, and whose puffy fence post tops are puffier.  Nothing sounds nicer to me!

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I remember as a kid, a snow day just before Christmas time.  I sat and made a ‘wreath’ by tying garbage bag strips around a bent-open coat hanger.  It was marvelous.

There’s nothing like a day of unproductiveness being forced upon a person.  Especially when you’re a little tired of the chaos; when things have somehow spiralled out of control again – despite your best efforts to keep life sane.

Realistically, I know that now, as an adult, snow days aren’t the same as when I was a kid.  There may be a few lazy moments with my sons around the breakfast table, as we realize that we don’t have to rush out the door like we thought we would have to.  But otherwise, as a stay-at-home-mom, I’ll still have all the same duties and chores – maybe even more, because of that darn snow.  And for those who work outside the home, chances are slim that they would ever get the day off.  There are extension cords, block heaters, battery boosters, snow plows, winter tires, sanding trucks, and tow trucks a-plenty, leaving no real reason to stop the madness for a little while and catch your breath.  (Sigh.)  People, and their stinkin’ resourcefulness.

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But, a person can dream.  Or, at the very least, look out the window, watch the white winds rage, and come to terms with the fact that, “Hey – I could really use a break.”  Because we could, right?  Probably, most of us could.

Have you gotten any real snow dumps yet?  When’s your next vacation?  I’d love to hear about it in the comments section below.

Warm wishes,

Lisa