We're into our 5th "snow day" of January 2014.
This may not be impressive to anyone, but it is to me, and here's why. I grew up in Nebraska, with parents who are teachers. Like all kids, when I heard "snowstorm" I hoped, prayed, promised to be good, if only school would be cancelled. Sledding and snowmen and cocoa and baking cookies... We had a fair few snow days while I was growing up. But, my parents were usually home as well, so it turned into a weekend-like day of family fun. No parental stress- it was a surprise day off for everyone.
Then, I moved to Minnesota. Within the first couple of years, as is normal for Minnesota, we'd get a bunch of snow. And school was on. I began to realize that these Minnesotans were made of pretty tough stuff. In 2010 or so, once I actually had 2 children in school, school was cancelled due to an ice storm. I was in shock. Luckily, I was able to work from home, and it was a decent day. Sweet Pea and Scooter did crafts, tried to play video games. It wasn't that bad.
So far, Mojo has refused to go to daycare for three of the days off. His four-year-old reasoning is that if they get to stay home, it's not fair that he has to go. For these last two days, I'll admit it. I lied. I told him Daddy was driving the big kids to school and that he was lucky, Mommy was driving him! It has reduced the noise only by a little smidge, but we try. Today, I am writing this from the lobby of the Maple Grove Community Center, just outside of the Maple Maze. It's as busy as a typical cold Saturday, and many of the moms look as frazzled as I do.
If you happen to know who pissed off Elsa, the Princess with ice and snow powers from Disney's Frozen. Please apologize. I used to want to build a snowman, but we're a bit past that now.
