
Will I survive the snow days?
I love my children, don't get me wrong. These little bundles of joy that I have cared for since before birth have brought me immense joy...and other mental issues. I'm not sure when it happened but my cute little bouncing boys have become insane tornados leaving chaos and destruction in their wake. i am becoming a casuality. I'm waiting on someone to declare a state of emergency in my home. The snow is a foot deep...Harley is almost 3 feet tall. Makes walking an issue. It was fun at first. The snowmen, the snowball fights, running and jumping in the white fluffiness. I had to make them come inside for fear of frostbite. Today, 5 days later, the snow is still here but it's not the fun, fluffy stuff anymore and my kids have figured it out. Running and jumping in the snow has morphed into running and jumping on my furniture. Here is the conversation we had this morning.
me: Hey guys wanna go outside?
them: (in unison) NO! it's too cold
me: come on.. its not that cold
them: there are icecycles mom
me: please go outside
them: no
me: please
them: no
me: it's gonna melt soon
them: good. we'll go outside when it melts.
So now i'm sitting here watching them run around like crazy people and i have no control. but at least they are happy.
Will I survive these snow days? Maybe not.
I love my children, don't get me wrong. These little bundles of joy that I have cared for since before birth have brought me immense joy...and other mental issues. I'm not sure when it happened but my cute little bouncing boys have become insane tornados leaving chaos and destruction in their wake. i am becoming a casuality. I'm waiting on someone to declare a state of emergency in my home. The snow is a foot deep...Harley is almost 3 feet tall. Makes walking an issue. It was fun at first. The snowmen, the snowball fights, running and jumping in the white fluffiness. I had to make them come inside for fear of frostbite. Today, 5 days later, the snow is still here but it's not the fun, fluffy stuff anymore and my kids have figured it out. Running and jumping in the snow has morphed into running and jumping on my furniture. Here is the conversation we had this morning.
me: Hey guys wanna go outside?
them: (in unison) NO! it's too cold
me: come on.. its not that cold
them: there are icecycles mom
me: please go outside
them: no
me: please
them: no
me: it's gonna melt soon
them: good. we'll go outside when it melts.
So now i'm sitting here watching them run around like crazy people and i have no control. but at least they are happy.
Will I survive these snow days? Maybe not.