Schools are closed here again in Chicago and the ‘burbs. And it’s weird, people. It’s really, really weird.
As I’ve mentioned before, two years ago was the first snow day that Chicago had in nearly three decades. (And it was during a blizzard. The Snowpocalypse, mind you.) And this year? We’ve already had a handful. IT’S WEIRD.
It’s also kind of a nice thing, as a) I had been planning on keeping Nora home tomorrow anyhow (since I had heard about the crazy imminent windchills) and b) I would like to hibernate as long as possible with my teensy tinesy children (since I am a wuss).
Seriously. Having to wear Jasper to and from his car seat (because I’m still, technically, post-op and can’t lift kid + car seat) in the chillychillychilly out of doors while dragging an energetic two year-old WHO IS EXCITED ABOUT AND/OR EATING EVERYTHING IN AFOREMENTIONED OUT OF DOORS and reminding a pokey four year-old to stop reading while walking to the car (and to stop being grumpy about being out of doors and/or not being allowed to read while walking)…spending roughly a year hefting and buckling and making sure everyone feels good about their seating options…and then driving to preschool, doing said process in reverse to get at least one of the kiddos into the classroom (and choosing two at random to put back into the minivan), and returning home only to do the exact whole shebang two hours later? Well, friends, it kinda stinks.
My kids never use technology when we’re housebound. Never ever.
And I have friends who care not for snow days. And I have kid-free friends who wonder what I do with my homebound children on those days. And my answer? NOT THAT. That paragraph above this very one? The one describing how terrible it is to be out of doors with tiny, grappling people in skin-ripping temperatures? I spend an entire day doing not that with them. (It’s nice.)
Sometimes, especially during cold snaps like this one, I wonder whether or not it’d be legal to call a preschool-bound cab for Nora.
Hahahahahaha, I’m kidding. (But is it?)
One really, really cool benefit to having children this small is that, if I’ve got no place to be, they really don’t either. Seriously. With the exception of doctor’s office checkups and playdates which you’ve rescheduled five times already, their social calendars are entirely cancel-able. And let’s be honest: the same thing could largely be said of mine as well.
So if you need us (which, I think I’ve just established: you probably don’t), the kids and I will be under a blanket.
Until June.
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