Ok, slight exaggeration. But, c'mon now. Let's be done already. And to make it worse, our school's make-up days are cutting into summer vacation. Boo hiss.
However, I did decide to make the best of it. In the beginning of the week I gathered all the necessary supplies I needed to accomplish many things on the days we would inevitably have off. There were Valentine's to make, special comfort foods to prepare, and a long list of duties for a project I'm working on. We were all set. I even used my trusty ol' white board to guide the kids in their snow day activities.
The boys and I spent quality time outside shoveling. I had the idea to run in and ask Mary to take our picture. The boys asked "why" and I told them, "For the blog, of course."
All five enjoyed some play time out in the snow with our neighbor, Claire. Dear, dear Claire. I don't know how she does it, but all is well in my kids' world whenever Claire is around. She is a rock star.
In the afternoon we had lunch, we drank hot chocolate, finished the Valentine's, did most of the homework, practiced instruments, baked cookies, made hard-boiled eggs, and I even managed to check off a "to-do" from my project.
|Billy's famous chili dog|
|Rock Star Claire, Matt, and Mary finding recipes while having lollipops|
|Ann, Matt, and Tommy's Valentine's|
As we went to close the garage door after Claire went home, it wouldn't shut. Just a humming sound. I climbed on a folding chair to try to figure out 'what the heck'; followed the direction on the system to no avail; called Bill to ask for help-but really just wanted to yell at him for not being here to fix it, and so on and so on.
I couldn't get it to work, and in a fit of anger, released the manual do-hicky thing and practically flew off my folding chair trying to not let the door slam to the ground. I managed to pull the door most of the way back up, because I figured I'd want my car outside because once the door is down, I am not getting it back up on my own manually---there is no handle.
Right now, everyone is safe and warm, and that's really all that should matter. Another snow day tomorrow. Who knows what the day will bring. Hopefully no cowering or thumb sucking, but I'm not making any promises.
I may have to knock up for Claire.