Snow Day

This morning Sister came and woke me exclaiming it had snowed. And sure enough, it had.

Only here can it be 70 degrees one morning and 24 with snow and ice the next.

Amazing.

I had the best laid plans to be productive today. We were going to carry on just like any other day. Business as usual. The kids were asking to go out and play and like a real Grinch, I was being firm. "No. School and chores first."

Then those public school kids had to go and mess it all up.

We had just barely made the beds and hadn't even sat down to do our lessons when the knock came at the door.

(Actually, due to the Christmas music we had blaring, it was more of a very loud, obnoxious pounding.)

Since the schools were out for the weather, the little neighbor boy down the street wanted Brother to come out and play in the snow.

What's a mom to do? I mean, it's one thing for your own kids to know how mean and hateful you can be. But it's clearly another for all the neighbor kids to know.

So I caved. And we declared it a Snow Day.

I bundled up the kids, which was an adventure in itself since I have yet to buy a winter coat and mittens for Sister. We layered jeans and a sweater over pajamas. We borrowed Brother's superhero knit cap and put socks on her hands. She didn't mind a bit.

The rest of the day was spent alternating inside and out. Playing in the snow a bit. Coming inside to warm up and dry off. Then back out to play. At one point we baked gingerbread cookies and had a tea party with Sister's ceramic tea set. Another time we snuggled under blankets on the couch and watched a video (while Mom caught a little cat nap).

No school. No chores.

Yet hardly unproductive.