SNOW DAY!

We have been blessed with an extra day of weekend love.  Folks around here call it a snow day-mostly 'cuz it has snowed so fast or so much that the plows cannot keep up.  We are used to it and somewhat prepare for it.  This time, however, I am totally unprepared and so flippin happy about it I can barely contain myself.  Here is why I am excited about having a day totally unplanned, with two grade-schoolers, and nowhere to go.  Not that we could get there if we wanted anyway.

My nephew moved out yesterday and amid my weeping, I got nothing done.

This is a poor excuse and I would normally have chalked it up to a "wasted" weekend day.  You know, the ones where you had,  for all intended purposes, getting a massive amount of things done because everyone was home.  DadOfAllTrades could pound out the oil changes.  I could clean and cook for the week.  The boys could play, play, play.  And we could all eat healthy meals.  It becomes "wasted" when things beyond your control happen to not allow you to cross even one thing off your list.  Like DadOfAllTrades getting called into work.  Or a family get together (not that this is bad, but floors do not get vacuumed when one is not home).  Or the boys are at each other and I am afraid to leave them alone for fear of having to make an ER run.  So, "wasted" in this case was the moving van in my driveway.  Oldest nephew moved into his first apartment and it bothered me in a big way.

So, there were many young strapping men in my house tracking snow and who knows what all over my floors.  (I forgive the "No shoes" rule on moving days-not too practical to try to put on a pair of shoes while suspending a heavy sleeper sofa.)  A few of these young strapping men arrived before I showered and saw me in my flannel jammies with crazy hair.  Oh well.  My SIL brought over donuts.  My boys ate two donuts each in roughly four minutes.  Really- I don't think I had time to even look at the clock to keep time before the donuts were in their bellies and smeared on their faces.

DadOfAllTrades had an overnight assignment and did not hit the sheets until 5am.  By the way, he had to tell me this because I was soooooo sleeping.  I do that sometimes-the queen of sleep.  Anyway, he woke feeling groggy, grumpy, and walking like Frankenstein to the coffeemaker.  Donuts and coffee lightened his spirits quite a bit as I rarely allow such trans fat to cross my threshold.  A warm breakfast including fruit and whole grains is my habit, and sometimes DadOfAllTrades objects to this (as is demonstrated by the insane amount of Pop-Tarts I have owned).

So moving happened, my youngin's kept getting yelled at because they were underfoot, and I had to try to roll Christmas cookies in powdered sugar/chocolate/nuts amidst the chaos.  I think I washed my hands 248 times yesterday.  The boys received too few warm fuzzies for my blood yesterday.  My mood did not help their mood.  Ugh.

So here I am with a shot at redemption.  I have a day of nothingness spread out ahead of me!  Bliss!  I could sit on the floor and make Lego somethings for hours (at least until my aging hips scream too loudly).  I could create a list and we could go at it.  Or I could let the boys dictate the goings-on.

Not sure.  I'll decide later.  Until then, we cuddle.