Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Keepin' It Real Wednesday
Last night we drove home from McDonald's with the kids. We had been sledding at my parent's house before that. Sounds like a fun evening, right? Well, it had been the opposite of fun (tantrums, yelling, snot-nosed punks), and as we drove, I asked Chad if he could put off the three hours of work that he needed to do that evening, so that I could have some time away from the kids. He told me to take all the time that I needed and then asked,
"When do I get my time?"
He was kidding, of course, but I stared out the window and asked him if he really thought I was in the mood for jokes.
I got the time I needed and used it wisely to peruse facebook, where I saw a status from my next-door neighboor stating that school had been cancelled for Wednesday. Heaven help us. Really. Please help us.
I consider myself a homebody, but this is getting ridiculous. We are on our 12th day in the year 2011 and so far I have spent 9 of those days completely or partially confined to our house because of injury, sickness, or weather. As I write this, a chapped-faced Oliver is breathing his snotty breath into my face.
I keep picturing Ma Ingalls, cooped up in a tiny dugout on the banks of Plum Creek, snowed in with her three kids. If she can do it, I can. Right?
I gotta admit though, that this picture does nothing to console me, as I replace her face with mine and then picture myself beating my head on the dirt wall and screaming, as my kids look on, open-mouthed.