On Tuesday rather than become annoyed at the fact that I was not going to be able to be productive because both girls were home (Miss C had a snow day and although Miss A’s daycare was open she gleefully said “YES!” when I asked her if she wanted to stay home) I decided to just roll with it. Plus they were gone two nights last weekend with our parents and I was perhaps feeling a bit of mommy guilt.
Snow days, although fun when they are a rare novelty, get old quickly and it’s tough because although schools are closed the rest of the world keeps on ticking and my office is always open and my husband still has to work. Maybe I’m just a wee bit high strung or OCD about the way our schedule should be. Any way, it is a weird balancing act to have the ability to plug in your laptop and work from home. Kids don’t always understand why you can’t make sock puppets and play board games all day because they have the day off.
Not wanting to be a total killjoy, I told the girls we’d go to the park for lunch at noon and sled. By then they’d already watched so much Disney Channel that their brain cells were starting to die and OH MY LORD I actually know all the words to that new Selena Gomez song.
Our neighbor’s little girl had just gotten a new sled so she headed to the park with us and as we were walking I noticed the snow had already melted considerably. Brown patches of grass and dirt mottled the once pristine snow. It didn’t look very promising for sledding but we’d already spent a good 10 minutes or more getting dressed for it so we headed to a little sloped area. We ended up sledding on the “snud,” a mixture of snow and mud, for an hour walking home the girls started making little snowballs from what little snow still remained. I scooped up some snow, threw it at Miss C and as we started a game of snow tag she looked at her friend and said, “See? My mom can be fun!”
Do you consider yourself a fun mom? While I’ve actually embarrassed Miss C singing Party in the USA and I’ve let the girls turn their rooms into stuffed animal jungles, more often than not I am the “let’s go we’re running late, please pick that up, quit fighting, apologize to your sister right now” mom.