Snow Fever

Day One:

9 a.m. – We’re excited about the snow. Plans include eating snow cream, sitting on the couch, and cartoons.

9:30 a.m. – MoonPie wants to play Barbies. I guess I can take a break from doing nothing.

11:00 am. – We’ve eaten everything in the house. Must send JD out for food.

1:00 p.m. – MoonPie is sledding. At last a moment to work.

1:10 p.m. – MoonPie is frozen and about to die. Her feet are falling off and she might not make it.

2:00 p.m. – Barbies? Again? Well, okay.

6:00 p.m. – Is it time for bed yet? Check the clock again.

9:00 p.m. – Barbies one more time before bed?  I. Cant. Wait.

Day Two –

9:00 a.m. – No, I can’t play Barbies. It’s against the law to play Barbies before consuming coffee.

10:00 a.m. – Send emergency beacon to friend. Assure her the roads are perfectly FINE.

10:30 a.m. – Send JD out for MoonPie’s friend. He will be fine. Just get her and get back SOON.

1:00 p.m. Children complain it’s cold outside. Children complain my hot chocolate is bad. Children complain my TV show is not what they want to watch. I’m not playing Barbies. It’s heaven.

5:30 p.m. JD says he must take friend home before dark. Send MoonPie too. They’ll be fine. The roads are almost passable.

8:30 p.m. Play Barbies again. Realize they are trying to kill me. Remove their heads from their bodies to prevent their snide comments. They are still LOOKING at me.

Day Three

7:00 a.m. – Have JD call my brother. Surely his child can come and play. For all that is HOLY, I can’t play Barbies again.

3:00 p.m. See the news that school is out again tomorrow.

3:01 p.m. Send email explaining that RimFire is BEGGING and CRYING to spend the night.

3:09 p.m. Receive email saying RimFire can stay.

4:00 p.m. Tell RimFire the roads are impassable and she must spend the night.

9:00 p.m. Go to bed. Realize you don’t feel guilty at all. It was not your fault anyway.