Has the world gone mad? I heard it snowed in Florida of all places. Here I thought that Global Warming was a valid concern; but apparently, the polar ice caps traveled to the south. On Tuesday, we had cold precipitation that looked more like sleet than snow, and on Wednesday, I woke up to a yard covered in some white stuff that made me feel like I was on another planet. Some people claim it’s a government conspiracy; there have been cases of plastic snow that doesn’t melt in Atlanta! (cue Twilight zone music). If only I’d known that less than 2 inches of snow over a blanket of ice would keep me trapped in the house for 4 days, I would’ve been more prepared! In case you haven’t heard, don’t forget the bread and milk!
Anyway, this weather has prevented mass amounts of children from going to school and their parents from going to work. I’m sure they’re all very sad about it. I know when I see my students on Monday–and there will be school on Monday–they will first tell me how much they missed the math lessons. So, what have I been doing with my time the past 4 days? 4 days. There are 24 hours in a day. Multiply that times 4 and that equals 96 hours. Of course, some of that is spent sleeping (or trying to sleep, if you’re sick like I have been).
My list might include far less exciting things than your typical snowpocalypse items. No sledding here. No snowmen in the fine powdery Coastal snow. And, of course, the sinus infection of the century hit on day one. Be prepared. This, in the words of Mikey from the modern Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, is “Gonna be Epic!”
- Sudafed, 800 mg. Motrin, and Sinus Rinses, followed by replenishing the boxes of tissues in the house by the tissue boxes we (thankfully) had stocked in the bathroom closet. I hope to never have to blow my nose again after this crap leaves my body.
- Not going out in the snow. We did this as much as possible. As in, I somehow got Squeaker to go outside on Day 1 for about 2 minutes before he said, “That’s enough,” and then he went inside. Big Guy stayed outside for longer and if I hadn’t told Squeaker he could go ahead inside anyway, he may have thrown a fit in the very snow he wanted to get away from. A boy after my own heart, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with the cold. After that day, we did not make another attempt, as I really cannot leave him unsupervised in the house.
- Memorized episodes of Word World and resorted to posting things on Facebook that made people question my sanity as a result.
- Played on Squeaker’s tablet to surprise him by unlocking characters on one of his favorite games (Rooftop Run) or played Cut the Rope on my phone to unlock more games per his request so he could see more games on my phone. I only wish he would spend less time playing on the tablet! How can I unglue him from it?
- Snuggled with Big Guy more and tried to teach him soft touches. The boy can be brutal sometimes. He’s certainly learned some killer Ninja Turtle moves. I’m trying to bring some sweetness back into him, because he just wants to wrestle and Mommy wants to play nice. I love hearing the little voices he gives his toys when he plays pretend with them.
- Thought about working on lesson plans. Yep. I just thought about it. But, it took me two days to write one of my blog entries, and I figured anything that took real planning would just have to wait. We’re on day 4 now, and I’m finally starting to see a relief from headaches during the day. Maybe I’ll get some work done at some point today.
- Whisper-talked to my children. Would you believe that having a sore throat and having phlegm in your throat, which thereby prevents you from talking above a whisper, makes you discover new things that you really already knew? Like, sometimes, if you don’t talk above a whisper, your kids listen more. Of course, after 5:30 p.m., Squeaker doesn’t listen to anything I say, whether spoken in a normal voice, whispered, or shouted, but my whisper talk during the rest of the day is like sorcery. “Are you sick, Mommy?” Squeaker asks. “Yessss,” I hiss in a raspy voice. Silence, little one. Silence.
- Endless tickles of my little Snuggle Bug (Big Guy). He loves it. He’ll say no, and then he’ll jump on me and ask for more.
- Watched the anoles eat crickets. Today, Squeaker finally saw our smaller one catch one. We never see Spike eat. Usually, Leatherhead, the bigger one, seems to eat all of them and we wonder how much food Spike actually eats. I’m relieved to report that Spike does eat now and then. Squeaker got very excited about it. I took lots of pictures, which turned out better than Leatherhead’s cricket-eating pictures since Leatherhead can eat a cricket in one gulp and Spike actually has to process her food.
- Convinced Squeaker repeatedly every day since Tuesday that we do not need the space heater anymore, as we finally got the heat fixed in our house when the great Snowpocalypse came. After getting a new thermostat installed and our whole fuse system replaced, we now have heat in our home again–in every room! Say “goodbye’ to our little friend!
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