The last couple weeks have been a blur of snow days, snow delays, half days and holidays, and it feels like my children have not spent more than three consecutive hours at school in ages. Was this what preschool was like? It was, wasn't it. Except there was also a nap, if I recall correctly.
Today there are no naps, but probably the same amount of shrieking.
And eating. Dear God, the eating. They are a three-mouthed snack tornado, laying waste to this season's carbohydrate supply.
(An aside: Do your children ever actually throw out empty boxes/packages of cereal/crackers/poptarts/etc. when they take the last one? If so, HOW DID YOU TEACH THEM TO DO THAT? I routinely check our pantry and the shelves are always nicely full, but it's an illusion, like fake food in an IKEA display kitchen. There is actually nothing! Everything is empty! No BÖNITTJOĞÜM for you!)
Everything is actually fine right at this moment; Noah is quietly building Titanic v.3.0, this time with proper modeling glue instead of an Elmer's purple glue stick because he's always been too impatient and then the thing sheds pieces until it's no longer sufficiently Titanic-y.
Ezra and Ike are...somewhere, I suppose. Doing...something, I imagine. I faintly hear the distinctive whoosh of Legos being dug through and occasionally the sound of Ike's name being stretched out into three or four syllables.
I'll take that over this morning's activity, which was practicing cricket in our kitchen using a rock-hard ball on a bungee rope that Jason thought was a good idea. He tested it out last night and promptly smacked a shelf full of cookbooks (narrowly missing the shelf full of glassware). And yet neither of us have relocated it, and yet here I am complaining about it from like, eight feet away from it, and also, what's the deal with my lazy children not throwing out their empty oatmeal packets??????
Okay, I have just been inundated with requests for lunch and help finding snowpants and the dogs want to go outside and then cry about being outside and I'm pretty sure I just heard the sound of our electric drill (?!) somewhere in the distance.
This concludes our thrilling Snow Day Live Blog. Stay warm, everybody!