I know the forecast for this week’s BLIZZARD OF THE CENTURY was off for many areas of the state, but it was enough to call school early Monday and cancel Tuesday and Wednesday. We got about 18 inches and record-breaking or not, it was a lot. My kids were out of their minds. Couldn’t wait to get out in it. They lasted about 10 minutes before they declared it “too deep” to play in. What is that madness?
So, there we were. Snowed in with children who did not wish to play in the snow they had so fervently prayed for. Oh, and of course, my husband and I were trying to work from home, which HAHAHAHAHAHAAOMG.
I am not going to lie. It got a little Lord of the Flies up in our house. It wasn’t even that long of a time, but something about it made it feel like we were stranded for liiiiiiiiiiife. They ate a lot of cupcakes. And Pirate Booty. They watched a lot of television. They played a lot of games on the computer and the iPad. They built forts and played princess and the puppy. We took videos. They pretended that we lost power (and were legitimately pissed that we didn’t actually lose power because obviously they are too young to remember the horror show of Fall 2011) and built houses for their stuffed animals out of cardboard boxes.
This was all on Tuesday. Since the storm wasn’t as bad as predicted, I held out strong hope for school yesterday. I’d even take a delay. GIVE ME SOMETHING, SCHOOL. Then we got the dreaded robo-call. Cancelled.
I was fresh out of patience and ideas. The three-year-old was tired and even crankier than normal. The five-year-old was bossy and teenagery. My husband may have cackled with glee as he left for work (dead to me). The kids and I had a face off. How was this day gonna go down? Let’s see…
I lost my fool mind and let them help me paint a room. Don’t do this. Let me save you the trouble of finding out on your own that this only ends up in spilled paint, tantrums, and slammed doors. And a half-painted room.
After many time outs (both me and them), trying to figure out how early was too early to open the wine, and editing approximately one article during a loop of Kate and Mim Mim (kill me, funny bunny friend), I desperately turned to Pinterest. Surely, there was some sort of ACTIVITY THAT WOULD OCCUPY THEM FOR ANY AMOUNT OF TIME LONGER THAN FOUR SECONDS.
And then? I found it. Cloud dough. Ingredients? Baby oil and flour. Listen, I’m not using that flour for any sort of baking situation anyway, so SOLD.
I mixed one cup of baby oil with eight cups of flour and mixed it with my hands until it was a dough-like consistency. You guys. AMAZING. It feels like sand in your hands, but is moldable. I divided it in half and gave each girl a giant bucket and set them up with cups and toys and it entertained them for TENS OF MINUTES!!! I actually RAN ON THE TREADMILL FOR AN AMOUNT OF TIME THAT IS AMAZING TO ME BUT IS NOT IMPRESSIVE TO ANYONE ELSE AND THEREFORE WILL REMAIN A SECRET.
We survived and I even had them fed, showered, and in bed with their lunches packed for today, and myself parked with a glass of wine and Friends on Netflix by 8:30 pm. Can you hear the angels singing?
How did you manage during the storm?