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Snow Day Complaints

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!




Snack raiders live in my house too- I counted six empty boxes when I went scavenging for granola bars this morning 🙄


When I was five the Blizzard of 1978 hit, and we were hit hard--I mean, snow drifts covering our front door, nobody was driving unless you wanted to lose your car in a snowdrift until April. And this was The Dark Ages of television, no Netflix, no internet, just the morning kids' stuff if you were lucky, Captain Kangaroo, and then either golf or M*A*S*H reruns. Anyway, we were stuck, and I'm pretty sure my mom didn't really think the mail was going to be delivered (unless the postman had a horse, which some people were using to get around, I'm not kidding), but to get us Out Of Her Hair she bundled me and my brother up and said brightly, "Now I need you guys to dig a tunnel from the front door to the mailbox! Can you do that for me? Because otherwise we won't be able to get our mail when it comes!"

And yes, we did, and I'm pretty sure while we were out there for God knows how many hours, because we got sidetracked and built igloos and still found creative ways to try to kill each other, my mom cracked open some schnapps left over from my dad's Navy days and breathed a sigh of relief.

I am not at all suggesting one should toss one's precious children out to the elements and tell them to build some insane snow creation that serves no useful purpose, but it sure worked for my mother!


Ha! Too funny. Rule with the grocery list in my house as a kid is that my mom would buy any grocery you wanted (within reason, I guess) if you wrote it on the paper grocery list on the side of the fridge. Any time we complained about being out of something or having nothing to eat, she'd say, "write it on the list." If memory serves me correctly, she had dinners sorted already and supplies for lunches and breakfasts, but if you wanted something other than her very healthy/boring options, you had to participate. Worked pretty well, especially during that locust stage.


My kids do the same thing! I check the cupboards before going to the store and see we have plenty of cereal. It turns out we just had three empty boxes... I keep telling them I'll only buy what I think we need and if it's empty but in the cupboard I won't buy more. That really only punishes me with their whining for more food cause we have "nothing to eat".


My husband and I are almost FIFTY and he still puts empty packages back in the pantry or fridge. Good luck with your boys. There is still hope for them!


I have a pretty firm rule of no sympathy, applied to husband and children alike, when we're out of something I didn't buy when I went to the store because it wasn't on the list. Not my problem. Put it on the list and I will get it next time. Find something else to eat. This morning my 8 year old emptied the last of the granola, turned around and asked Google to add granola to shopping list. (Google refused, because she's a kid, but she still gets points for trying to handle it entirely herself.) She also threw away the bag and recycled the box. I'm not sure when that started, but it probably has something to do with all the mornings she thought she was going to eat granola and found an empty box instead. If it was possible to high five myself, I would have. And, yes, there's often some whining but I walk away. Because it is not. my. problem. The youngest person in this house is four, and even she is perfectly capable of looking through the pantry and fridge for food options. I will help them prepare food, but figuring out what they want is on them.


I am still trying to train my husband let-alone my kids. The refrigerator is filled with NUMEROUS bread bags containing the last one or two pieces. Why can't he just finish a damn loaf of bread? #leavenoslicebehind

Sue W.

Did you happen to read the comic "Arlo and Janis" yesterday? If not, it definitely applies! I cut it out, scratched out the Arlo and Janis and wrote John and Sue because, truth! OR! He will tell me after I do the weekly shopping that he needs jar jalepenos, Greek peppers, hot sauce, WHATEVER, all thing that only HE eats and why should I have to keep up with the crap only he eats?!
You could always move to Florida. We had 2 weeks of winter in January and are now approaching 90 every day. Eleven and a half months of summer is wayyyyy too much. I am a born and bred Floridian and the heat and I have never gotten along. The older I get, the worse it gets. I pretty much hibernate inside from the end of May til the end of of October. The heat makes me physically ill. Hoping to move somewhere cooler when hubby retires.


Take the items out of the box. That way it'll be more obvious there is an empty bag in your pantry. No clue on how to actually get them to throw the box away.


I do my shopping list using Alexa. The kids are more than happy to say "Alexa, add whatever to the shopping list." They are so happy doing this, I wind up with all sorts of things on the list that I do not buy. But most things I will buy if they go through the trouble of adding it to the list. Boxes, no advice there.


There is something about poptart boxes. I'm 45 years old and I don't throw that away.


Don't buy any new snax if there are snax boxes on the shelf. When they whine that there are no snax, take them to the pantry and point to all the boxes of snax. When they complain that the boxes are empty, just say "Uh oh, I don't put any snax on the shopping list if I see the box there!

They'll learn.

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