Yesterday we had a very unnecessary snow day.
The roads were fine, people were out and about, life was normal. Not sure why school was cancelled for the day, but it was.
By the way, they never ask me. Those silly school closing people.
Anyway, after a whole day at home the kids were a little bonkers. So at about 5:45 yesterday evening I posted this tweet.
Quickly followed by this one.
It was desperate around here folks.
So in an effort to reclaim my snow day sanity (the family room was long gone, so I was going for something more near and dear to me) I mustered up what was left of my best “mom voice” and told them all, “Okay! It’s reading time! Go find a book to read, a comfy place to read, and read for 30 minutes.” Followed by, “And I mean NOW!“
Okay, not really on that last part, but I thought it sounded cool today so I added it.
Off they scampered to find books to read and I was left alone. It was a glorious snow day victory.
Now keep in mind, 30 minutes in mom-land on a snow day is totally subjective. We aren’t talking real world time keeping here folks, nuh-uh. We are talking mom-land time keeping. It’s what makes the world go ’round on things like snow days.
So after “30 minutes” of reading time and after about 2 or 3 times of children hollering to me, “Is the 30 minutes over yet?!” I ventured into the family room and discovered the couch devoid of cushions.
(Don’t mind the squashed Arby’s cup. Apparently we’re hillbillies and we didn’t know it until the cushions were off the couch. Also, don’t mind all the crumbs. Apparently we’re disgusting hillbillies.)
And this is how I found my 9 year old….
Well, at least he was creative.
My 7 year old was reading like this…
Still trying to understand that one.
And little miss priss was reading like this….
Yes, she’s girly even while she’s reading.
Anyway. Today’s another snow day. As the family room is already lost at this point, I’m hoping to not give up anymore ground to the children today.
However, if I tweet you all later that I’ve locked myself in my room because it’s the only “safe place” left in the house you’ll know that they’ve completely taken over.
Oh, and if that happens. SEND. HELP.
Namely comfort food.
Of any variety. I’m not too picky.
Oh, and maybe some chocolate. Lots of chocolate.
And help. Be sure and send that help, mkay?