We are having a blizzard.
It is extremely snowy.
I imagined God had heard my complaints during the night
and was sending over a plow man.
No. Such. Luck.
It was Shoshi.
Now, on a normal day,
the boys don’t go out to the bus until 8:00.
And believe you me,
they do NOT like getting up that early.
To play in the snow of course…
He didn’t understand why
I was so surprised at his early arrival time.
Aren’t you 10?
So, I get Kaish some winter clothes
and he tells me he abhors sweat pants
and absolutely can not wear them in the snow…
So, I get him some jeans.
He hates jeans too.
By this time, 7:10 AM, Jonathon has arrived.
He is ready for action.
I tell Kaish to get his own pants
He runs upstairs and comes back down in his school clothes…
At this point,
I could care less.
I want to go back to bed!
I shove the children out into the cold morning!
Wish them well!
And slam the door!
Only, sure enough,
4 minutes and 21 seconds later,
They decided it is much too cold
…and way too early to play.
Can we have some pancakes?
I love those little monsters…
This post brought to you Courtesy
of Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.
Describe your worst winter weather story.
(inspired by Alisha from