I absolutely love the first snow day.
The second snow day is neat.
The third snow day is challenging.
After that third snow day, it's every man, woman, and child for himself.
In our house it's pretty easy to tell when the snow days need to end.
The following unbelievable things start to happen:
5. The kids wake up begging for pancakes. You oblige because its another snow day. Why not celebrate by having pancakes for the 10th consecutive day? At 3:00 PM you realize no one has had lunch. At dinner time your kids are essentially having chocolate milk and a bowl of syrup. You cared about their diet on snow days #1-5, but at this point you've lost your will to parent effectively so you give them straws to help slurp up the rest of the syrup.
4. On the first few snow days routine is important. By now, your children haven't been out of their pajamas in a week and you don't remember the last time they took a bath. When they ask you if they can put their snow suits on over their pajamas, you half heartedly agree. After all, what is the point of getting dressed?
3. A certain toxic atmosphere starts to develop. It's difficult to describe, but you start to wonder if this is what Hunger Games feels like. Your children can go from loving one another to being rabid, feral children faster than the snow coming down. You actually start to wonder which of your children would most likely win Hunger Games. You cheer on the underdog.
2. Your children cry when you tell them it's another snow day. Seriously. Tears.
1. Your husband decides to spend an obscene amount of money on inflatable sleds because he absolutely believes this expenditure will cause all of the snow to melt and the temperatures to rise above freezing.
Cabin fever is alive and well in our house. I wish they had a vaccine for that!
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