To my East Coast and Southern friends: you have my empathy as another snow and ice storm descends on your own cities. After weathering (hahaha) our own storm last week, I hope your storm is quick, that the crazy drivers stay off the road, and you have plenty of food and entertainment to get you through it!
A snowpocalypse is exciting and fun the first day. Maybe even the second. Last Thursday I watched the snow come down all day long, laying down at least four inches in my yard. I waited on Thursday night for my in-laws to bring Future President home in their heavy duty four-wheel drive, and we marveled the next morning how much snow we had. Over the course of the day and night, eight inches had accumulated. That’s a lot for the Northwest. Snow around here is usually a tease, but this was serious. Schools were cancelled, including mine, as well as private businesses.
On Friday, we played in the snow, and enjoyed relaxing in comfy clothes and watching way too much TV. We even made it to the grocery store, since we were actually out of toilet paper. I usually make fun of the people who scramble to the store for bread, milk and toilet paper, but I bought all three of those things and more. We were surprised how the fresh food section had been cleaned out, just a day into the storm. The potatoes were almost gone, and the oranges were so picked over I couldn’t find a single one to buy. We also noticed a lot of the people braving the storm to get to the store were parents with their kids, probably going nuts just like us.
On Saturday, church was cancelled and we were going stir crazy, so we drove very very slowly to my parents’ house to sled.
Unfortunately their area was also the epicenter of a cold, icy wind so we only lasted a little while outside (see previous post re: no ski clothes). My mom is a Mainer, so she could have lasted outside for hours in flip flops, but not the rest of us. After a few hours at their house, we went to Chipotle for lunch and then decided we better head home before the weather got worse.
On Sunday, the light fluffy snow turned into crunchy ice. Our road and other side roads had a thick coat of ice, but what did we do? We went to Costco. We are not very good at staying home. By the end of the day on Sunday, I was sick of the snow and wishing I was better at baking, crafting and making up stories, since Future President was bored. And so were we.
A snow day without a child is different. It’s totally justifiable to hunker down with a hot drink and watch TV all day long, or read books and nap. It’s also easy to not worry about groceries, because a snow day makes it okay to eat cereal all day or forget about fresh fruits and vegetables for a while.
A snow day with a child makes life a lot more complicated and more fun, though, because without Future President, I wouldn’t have ventured out into the snow at all.
How do you survive a snowpocalypse? Especially with a kid with endless energy?