I tried REALLY hard today to remember that feeling. The sheer excitement of waking up to a Snow Day. I remember the handful of nights I went to bed hoping, praying really, for snow. The fact that I grew up in Mississippi didn't seem to dampen my resolve.
Well, today my kids got a Snow Day. All four of them. Even with a sympathy lunch with St. Joel which ate up 2 hours including travel time, it was a really long day. 7:00 am - 5:00 pm went something like this :
- 20 minutes - getting dressed for the 1/2 inch of snow
- 12 minutes - playing and photography in the 1/2 inch of snow
- 20 minutes - getting undressed/redressed
- 2 hours - intermittment tears, tantrums and whining
- 2 hours - tv/video gaming*
- 1.5 hours - playing nicely (at least quietly) in the playroom
*probably not an accurate estimate
I have to remind myself constantly to see things through their eyes. From their perspective. That so many things are "firsts" to them, or at least not routine like they become for us as we get older. A Snow Day is a rare and wonderful thing for kids 9, 7, 3 and 1. I still might need a little encouragement when faced with 60+ free days this summer.
Another day, another story,