We had about 20 centimeters (8 inches) of snow fall on Friday. It was already a scheduled day off for most of the schools in the area and those that weren’t supposed to be closed had a ‘snow’ day. My University closed too so we were all home, except hubby who went to work but even he came home early.
My kids love snow days. No school, a day to sleep in and when they do tumble out of bed there’s tons of white stuff to play in.
We now have a slightly lopsided but happy smiling snow-person in the middle of our front lawn and a lovely iced over snow fort in the side yard.
We had the usually ‘she hit me with a snowball and I wasn’t even playing’ fights and the obligatory hot chocolate with miniature marshmallows after they all came in. I then had piles of wet steamy smelly outdoor clothes to wash, dry and try to put back together for the next days fun.
It’s all good.
Actually, just don’t lick any metal poles, drive any where, park outside, let yourself get too cold, have leaky boots or forget your hats and gloves, then it’s all good.
Oh, and make sure the kids go to the bathroom BEFORE they put their snow suits on, then it’s all good.
Tell me again, why is this good?