Usually I am one of the moms jumping up and down, giddy and excited when it starts to snow heavily and school is going to be cancelled. I love a good snow day. The kids play outside until their cheeks are red and their fingers are raw with cold. I shovel the driveway, stir hot cocoa and bake cookies. We watch movies while munching on popcorn. And if I’m lucky, a closet or two gets cleaned out with the help of the closet’s whining owner.
But this winter – this winter is kicking my trash.
We have already had eleven snow days this winter. We are allotted fifteen until we start having to make up days. We’ve had as little as two inches of snow cancel school. Those days have killed me. Especially when I look outside and realize the kids totally could have been at school.
We’ve also had a lot of ice cancel school (see above photo). The roads, sidewalks, trees, railings, everything is covered with ice. It is treacherous and no sane parent would want to attempt to send their kids to school in it.
We had a good eight inches a few weeks ago. That would normally cancel school for at least two days. We ended up missing an entire week and having midterm exams cancelled because the temps got below zero, everything iced up and nothing melted for days. That week was torture for me.
Then this past weekend, we had a whole, whole lot of snow cancel school. I was happy about it because it was finally the kind of snow that the kids could enjoy – heavy, wet, perfect for snow balls and igloos. Little Owlie was outside for SIX HOURS the first day! When I finally had to drag him inside, he came kicking and screaming, protesting, “I’m not done! I’m not cold!”
Here’s the thing. One snow day is a novelty. Two in a row is fun. But anything past that and I am seriously done. My kids get sick of each other that quickly. Then I turn into the mean, yelling, sending people to their rooms momma.
And honestly, I don’t feel like I’ve really recovered from Christmas break because we’ve only had one full week of school since then. It’s crazy.
This weekend we are supposed to have weather in the sixties. I hope it happens. I need some sunshine. I need my kids to go to school. I need the almost two feet of snow outside to melt.
In short, what I’m trying to say is that this winter is seeming a little too long for this momma.
Who’s with me?