Then, you have one. And, you pray and pray that school is open the next day. That’s today. It’s not. For the love.
I did my best to keep the little people entertained yesterday. I even let them make edible playdough.
That would be blue food coloring that when mixed with tan colored dough looks like something that just came out of Shrek’s nose. Sorry. It’s true.
And, yes. I did taste it. Once.
Of course, after hearing all morning how they just had to play outside, I gave in, despite the arctic-like temperature. At least, arctic where I come from.
It was co-oh-old. So, I wished them well and headed back in like a good mother. John Henry wasn’t too far behind me. “It is fa-fa-freezing out there,” he commented as he came back inside.
“Johnry!!!” That would be the littlest Takle still outside crying, because her brother was done with the cold. She’s a brave one. Much to her chagrin, she came back inside.
And, ate the sleet off of her jeans.
At this point, I had to make a decision if it was more dangerous braving the icy road conditions or staying cooped up at home with two little people.
So, we loaded up…. Okay, Kris came home, and we went to CVS. ‘Cause that’s how we roll.
Kris promised the kids he would take them back outside, because he knew mom was D-O-N-E. They made snow, pardon, sleet angels.
Yes, Anna’s pants are on backwards. And, so were her underwear, but that’s another story. “I like them backwards!” She claims.
Today, we are getting out and going to the movies. I don’t care how much those Jr. Mints will cost. Must.Get.Out.
The sweet little fire and hot chocolate just aren’t cutting it any more. I’m entering my own personal state of emergency that only the Goose can cure.
You know I kid. Sort of.
What do you do when you are cooped up in the house?