Confession: I’m not a snow day mom. I’m an amusement park mom, water slide mom, cookie-baking mom and read aloud mom, but snow days are not my jam. The hours upon hours of empty time, the cabin fever that sets in before noon, the missing hats and mittens, the fights, the endless snack requests, the soggy snowsuits strewn around the house, the clock that seems to move backwards instead of forwards…it turns me into a snow-day monster with a side of mom guilt. Last Tuesday (a snow day), my middle daughter found me hiding in my closet and declared that “This was the most boring-est day EVER!” Somehow HER boredom had become MY problem. I know parenting experts say boredom is good for kids, but I’m convinced these experts live in Florida.
I thought of my friend Susan, who relishes snow days with her kids. What was Susan doing right now? Snuggling on the couch with her littles? Playing board games with them? Making paper snowflakes? (She certainly wasn’t hiding from them in her closet.) I reminded my daughter about all the “rituals” she had performed the night before to guarantee a snow day, like sleeping with a spoon under her pillow, wearing her pajamas inside out and flushing three ice cubes down the toilet.
I decided what we all really needed was some retail therapy. So we headed to Target, where we wandered the aisles and bought a bunch of things we never knew we needed, like string lights for my daughter’s room. When we got home, I realized we’d killed an hour; hanging the string lights ate up an extra 15 minutes (#winning). Less than one month ‘til spring, but who’s counting?!?