It is Saturday. My children have been out of school since December 21, which makes 15 days of togetherness.
Fifteen days of togetherness....
When it is bitterly cold and there was no snow in which to play until yesterday (and there was only a dusting).
When everyone else is off work and school and are, therefore, clogging up the malls and cinemas and fun joints.
When I've just spent a buttload of money on Christmas presents and windows so the idea of spending any more money makes me feel queasy.
I have been trying to keep my calm. Not get annoyed.
But I have reached critical mass.
I am to the point where I am getting fed the fuck up with my daughter's American Girl doll that Santa brought her because that bitch is high-maintenance. She has been going everywhere with us and showing up in our family photos and losing her clothes and jewelry when she visits the grandparents.
Last night I was so in need of some momma decompression out-the-house-time that I went to Target (which is on my shit-list for jacking up my Red card with all their less-than-stellar fraud protection). And I have absolutely no desire to buy ANYTHING. It was just the only place I could think of to wander aimlessly and not get arrested.
As much as I cringe at the prospect of summer break because of its length, it is a trillion times better than this stuck-in-the-house-ness. There are parks and splashpads and pools and the frickin' hose outside that I can spray them with if I feel desperate.
And now the weather people are talking about frigid temps and snowfall for tomorrow, the day BEFORE school resumes. The day BEFORE my first day of routine and normalcy and "3 hours of bliss 2 days a week" that I have missed. In this neck of the woods, the public school system has been known to call snow days because it was gonna snow at 2:30 pm. It has been known to cancel school because of frigid temperatures.
The kids had 2 snow days in December, and the only good thing about those was that it means that I WON'T have a week off with them in February, which is even worse than winter break because they don't have new toys with which to play.
I need my children to go back to school for many reasons.
I need to throw away these stale Christmas cookies and broken candy-canes, and they need the distraction of school to forget that these items are in the pantry.
I need to throw away the various boxes and wrappings and, let's be honest, garbage that my children think is valuable stuff.
I need a little bit of time in which my children aren't in the house so I can get 1-2 things done without having to stop every 28 seconds to give someone a snack.
I'm trying to stay calm. I'm trying to let this dust over my like flakes of snow.
But in my efforts to think positive, the only thing that comes to mind is that ample snow will give me a place to temporarily hide the bodies.
Fifteen days of togetherness....
When it is bitterly cold and there was no snow in which to play until yesterday (and there was only a dusting).
When everyone else is off work and school and are, therefore, clogging up the malls and cinemas and fun joints.
When I've just spent a buttload of money on Christmas presents and windows so the idea of spending any more money makes me feel queasy.
I have been trying to keep my calm. Not get annoyed.
But I have reached critical mass.
I am to the point where I am getting fed the fuck up with my daughter's American Girl doll that Santa brought her because that bitch is high-maintenance. She has been going everywhere with us and showing up in our family photos and losing her clothes and jewelry when she visits the grandparents.
Last night I was so in need of some momma decompression out-the-house-time that I went to Target (which is on my shit-list for jacking up my Red card with all their less-than-stellar fraud protection). And I have absolutely no desire to buy ANYTHING. It was just the only place I could think of to wander aimlessly and not get arrested.
As much as I cringe at the prospect of summer break because of its length, it is a trillion times better than this stuck-in-the-house-ness. There are parks and splashpads and pools and the frickin' hose outside that I can spray them with if I feel desperate.
And now the weather people are talking about frigid temps and snowfall for tomorrow, the day BEFORE school resumes. The day BEFORE my first day of routine and normalcy and "3 hours of bliss 2 days a week" that I have missed. In this neck of the woods, the public school system has been known to call snow days because it was gonna snow at 2:30 pm. It has been known to cancel school because of frigid temperatures.
The kids had 2 snow days in December, and the only good thing about those was that it means that I WON'T have a week off with them in February, which is even worse than winter break because they don't have new toys with which to play.
I need my children to go back to school for many reasons.
I need to throw away these stale Christmas cookies and broken candy-canes, and they need the distraction of school to forget that these items are in the pantry.
I need to throw away the various boxes and wrappings and, let's be honest, garbage that my children think is valuable stuff.
I need a little bit of time in which my children aren't in the house so I can get 1-2 things done without having to stop every 28 seconds to give someone a snack.
I'm trying to stay calm. I'm trying to let this dust over my like flakes of snow.
But in my efforts to think positive, the only thing that comes to mind is that ample snow will give me a place to temporarily hide the bodies.
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