Peoplecicle. My friend Amy asks if this is a word, and although I doubt you'll find it in Webster's, I'm quite certain there are many of us up here in the frozen Tundra that feel like one about now. I'm starting to think those crazy bears are on to something. Honestly, if I could find a nice warm spot and curl up for a few months to do nothin' but snooze, I'd be there. Of course, it's quite possible that bears are one of those species that eat their young, 'cause there isn't any way they could get away with it if they had young'uns. Then again, maybe bears have a Benadryl equivalent.
The key to those bears, though, is that they're sleeping. I'm about to go stir crazy and it's only the second day of winter. Since Friday, I've been out of the house exactly twice. Three times if you count getting the mail. When the windchills are below zero, though, I'll take a little cabin fever over hauling two kids outside. The real problem is when the kids are feeling the fever. Today has been one of THOSE days. Did I mention it's only the second day of winter?!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Snow Day!
Ah, the joys of the snow day, even though as of 10 a.m., there has been no snow. Not one flake. And yet, dance class is cancelled. Schools are closed. I'm even wearing my "snow day clothes" (i.e. can't be seen in public looking this shlumpy) and the kids are watching a movie and eating a snack before lunch. Yep, snow day mentality for sure.
It would have been the almost perfect day except for the fact that my darling husband's alarm went off this morning sometime around 6 a.m. That in and of itself would not have been awful, as I am capable of drifting back off to sleep and staying snuggled under the covers for several more hours. The problem is in the snooze alarm, a.k.a. Sophia. Before either of us had fully woken up, we hear the less than fully awake mumblings of my four year old. We promptly pulled her in to bed with us in the hopes that we could lull her back to sleep, or more realistically, keep her quiet so I could avoid getting out of bed for at least 20 more minutes. Hum. No such luck. Sophia was bent and determined to go downstairs, but she has no interest in going down on her own and playing quietly until we get up. Although I knew my hopes of a full snow day lie in were not going to be realized, I continued to cling the hope that I could put her off at least a few more minutes. Again, no such luck. My daughter is definitely going to be a lawyer. Or a politician. I'm not sure what it says about me when my daughter's attempt to cajole me into getting up include, "You can go down and work. You can pay bills!" Now there's a motivator for you!
So, I'm awake. I'm dressed (I even showered!). Dinner's in the crockpot. And I've had an entire pot of coffee so far. The best part is that we don't have anywhere to go today. Yes, it is a snow day indeed, even without any snow!
It would have been the almost perfect day except for the fact that my darling husband's alarm went off this morning sometime around 6 a.m. That in and of itself would not have been awful, as I am capable of drifting back off to sleep and staying snuggled under the covers for several more hours. The problem is in the snooze alarm, a.k.a. Sophia. Before either of us had fully woken up, we hear the less than fully awake mumblings of my four year old. We promptly pulled her in to bed with us in the hopes that we could lull her back to sleep, or more realistically, keep her quiet so I could avoid getting out of bed for at least 20 more minutes. Hum. No such luck. Sophia was bent and determined to go downstairs, but she has no interest in going down on her own and playing quietly until we get up. Although I knew my hopes of a full snow day lie in were not going to be realized, I continued to cling the hope that I could put her off at least a few more minutes. Again, no such luck. My daughter is definitely going to be a lawyer. Or a politician. I'm not sure what it says about me when my daughter's attempt to cajole me into getting up include, "You can go down and work. You can pay bills!" Now there's a motivator for you!
So, I'm awake. I'm dressed (I even showered!). Dinner's in the crockpot. And I've had an entire pot of coffee so far. The best part is that we don't have anywhere to go today. Yes, it is a snow day indeed, even without any snow!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
The Runaway
Welcome to the pointless musings and ramblings that are The Mommasphere, my new blog. Yep, I'm now entering the world of the blog. As if I need one more thing on my To Do list that I can't keep up with! But, here I am.
So, this morning as I was getting ready, my oldest daughter, Sophia, walks into my bathroom with a packed bag and her sleeping bag, and announces that she's "leaving, to go somewhere that no one forces me to get ready." Loverly. Let me back up... See, Sophia is four. Somewhere in the parent books they forget to tell you that four is the year of the 'tude. 'Cause she's bringing it on like mad people. I'm seriously trying to keep my sanity, which is already enough of a challenge. But I digress.
See, Wednesday is gymnastics day at the Y. Sophia loves it. Once we're there, anyway. All of a sudden, my child who couldn't stand to be home for more than three consecutive seconds, has decided that she doesn't like going to classes. They're "boring." She wants to stay home and play. So, on class days, I have quite the challenge motivating her to get dressed, use the potty, brush her teeth, the usual things one does in the morning. This would be less of a challenge if I weren't unmotivated myself to get out of the p.j.'s in the a.m. Seriously, most days I'd be happy to stay in my jammies until bedtime. And yet, the irony that I'm having to light a fire under my little social butterfly to get out of the house, is slightly unamusing. And now, she's giving me grief that I'm "forcing" her to be presentable in public. I should really consider saving the money I spend on her classes and using it for a therapist.
So, this morning as I was getting ready, my oldest daughter, Sophia, walks into my bathroom with a packed bag and her sleeping bag, and announces that she's "leaving, to go somewhere that no one forces me to get ready." Loverly. Let me back up... See, Sophia is four. Somewhere in the parent books they forget to tell you that four is the year of the 'tude. 'Cause she's bringing it on like mad people. I'm seriously trying to keep my sanity, which is already enough of a challenge. But I digress.
See, Wednesday is gymnastics day at the Y. Sophia loves it. Once we're there, anyway. All of a sudden, my child who couldn't stand to be home for more than three consecutive seconds, has decided that she doesn't like going to classes. They're "boring." She wants to stay home and play. So, on class days, I have quite the challenge motivating her to get dressed, use the potty, brush her teeth, the usual things one does in the morning. This would be less of a challenge if I weren't unmotivated myself to get out of the p.j.'s in the a.m. Seriously, most days I'd be happy to stay in my jammies until bedtime. And yet, the irony that I'm having to light a fire under my little social butterfly to get out of the house, is slightly unamusing. And now, she's giving me grief that I'm "forcing" her to be presentable in public. I should really consider saving the money I spend on her classes and using it for a therapist.
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