Think of it like spring break, only completely miserable and boring because it's 5 degrees outside.
I don't know why it exists, I think our superintendent just likes to ski.
It'd be great if we did too, but seeing as we don't have the money, time, or talent, we have to find a backup plan.
Indoor attractions during February break are packed fuller than subway trains in Tokyo on a Japanese holiday, so that's out. Meaning that except for an outing to the public library (which was crawling with people) and a trip to the grocery store, we've been in the house a whole lot this week.
On the one hand, it's been nice spending time together. The kids play together more, and I'm enjoying the chance to do something with them other than herding them into the car for basketball practice (if we hurry, we'll only be 10 minutes late!) That part is nice.
But... with all 6 of us at home 24/7 for a week, our house looks like it's going to be featured on an episode of Hoarders.
There are American Girl doll clothes scattered down the length of the stairs. Someone's filled the baby's crib with stuffed animals.
|I don't even know what I'm looking at right now.|
Mismatched shoes are littered randomly throughout the house, and don't even get me started on the stray socks. I'm just pretending not to see them at this point.
|I've never seen this American Girl doll horse not lying on its side just looking generally creepy.|
The entire first floor is coated with a thin film of markers and Legos, and I don't even want to know what's upstairs.
|Why choose markers from the bin one at a time as needed when you can just dump all 100 of them on the floor?|
The kids are having fun going out in the snow to play every afternoon, which means that the mudroom is a quagmire of dripping snowpants and soggy mittens. And I spend about an hour a day wiping up puddles of water trailing between the front door and the bathroom (because it's just not as fun to pee before you put on all your snow gear and play outside for 20 seconds.)
|The sad, deflated pink "Happy Valentine's Day" balloon in the middle really says everything there is to say about our week.|
Our "no eating in the living room" rule has obviously gone out the window. I say that because it looks like someone emptied a box of Ritz crackers on the couch and rolled around in them.
Forget snack times twice a day: the kids now want food every 6 or 7 minutes. The fridge is always open and I think there's a warm gallon of milk on the table right now, along with 10,000 scattered Rainbow Loom bands that no one will admit to dumping out.
|My daughter decided that my bed looked like a good place to start an elaborate craft.|
Probably because the table was covered in Rainbow Looms and old milk.
Our life right now reads like a scene from Lord of the Flies, but I promise that normally, we're organized, responsible people with rules and a schedule. I run a tight ship during the school week.
The kids have gone a little insane during this free-wheeling February break, but I know that on Monday they'll be back in school and the house will return to its usual quasi-clean state — and then I'll miss having them home all day.
Motherhood's funny like that.