Snow Days

Snow DaysYes, we really DO get snow in New Mexico!  There’s nothing as beautiful or peaceful as a blanket of new snow.

Unless, of course, you are a little boy.  A little boy sees a blank canvas on which to paint his mayhem.  We had our first snow of the season this morning and my boys couldn’t wait to get out in it.  I told them they had to wait until dawn, but by 5:45 they were climbing the curtains and I wanted a peaceful Sunday cup of coffee so bad I didn’t really care if they got a little frostbite.

5:46: “Ok, that’s it, you boys can go out.”  So the little one flings the door open.  In his PJs.  I grab the little one while the big one is repeating., “Mom, where are my boots? I don’t have any boots. Where are my boots? Do I HAVE boots? Mom? Mom?  MOOOOOOMMMM????”

5:48:  Have located all the snow gear from last year.  Note to self: The boy wearing size 7 might be able to pull off the 5T pants today, but need to go shopping.  Put hat on little one.  He pulls the hat off so it doesn’t cover his ears.  I pull it back down.  Repeat.  Then he screams at me.  Fine, you little bugger, you’ll see what life is like with cold ears.

5:49:  Tie snow boots for the big one while the little one is literally running at the door, amusing himself with the way he bounces off the glass door in all his fluff.  Hold still, damnit, I can’t tie your shoes when you’re moving.  Who was the jackwagon that bought snow boots with laces??? This is the dumbest thing ever.  Moon boots.  Need. Moon. Boots.

5:50: Open the door to let the tazmanian devils outside just as the phone rings.  It’s time for OFM’s daily call

5:51:  The little one is screaming at the door.  Apparently big one thought he’d roll his little brother in the snow to make a live snowman.  Yes, hubby, don’t you love the sound of a screaming 2-year-old in the morning with your coffee?  Sorry!  Dry tears, brush off snow, kick outside.

6:05:  They are pounding on the door. Guess they finally got cold.  Open door because they can’t do it with gloves.  The mini-maniacs demand cocoa and cookies.  Cookies? Where do they get this crap?  I don’t have any cookies……except my secret stash. ACK!  No, don’t track snow in th-  Aw hell, there goes my “clean” floor.  OFM is somehow still talking and I’m desperately trying to pay attention while stripping snow clothes off the boys.

6:15:  Warmed up and full of sugar and I’m dressing them with the phone in neck, desperately trying to listen to OFM.

6:16:  Where’s my coffee cup?  Oh there it is.  Cold.  You mean I haven’t had any of it?  How is this possible?

6:20: Time for hubby to go to work.  Love you, have a great day! Hang up phone, sit.

6:21: Little one’s glove came off.  Reinstall glove, sit with coffee

6:22: Little one has now lost both gloves.  Go look for second set, find second set, install.

6:25:  Sit down with re-warmed coffee

6:26:  Little one is screaming bloody murder.  Open door.  Little one has clearly eaten a snowball in the face.  “Big one, what happened???”  “I, uh……we were playing snowball fight.”   Alright, that’s it, everyone out of the pool!!!!

6:36:  Have stripped everyone out of snow clothes and hung clothes by woodstove.  It looks like Frosty the Snowman was rolled in dirt, hacked to bits and left to die in my living room.

6:37:  “Mom, what’s for breakfast?”

About rheanna

Rheanna is a stay-at-home mom to two children. She is a lifetime resident of New Mexico and her Oilfield Man works on the North Slope of Alaska, averaging 4 weeks on and 2 off. In her previous life she was a bookkeeper and boiler technician for her father’s plumbing company. She enjoys hiking, horseback riding, motorsports and pretending not to kill her garden. Cooking is a favorite past time, but unfortunately a lifelong allergy to crafting supplies and a debilitating ineptitude with a glue gun prevent her from spending too much time on Pinterest.

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