Chrissy is holed up at home thanks to Storm Jonas and his resulting "Snowmageddon"! How will she survive? No, not the snow and the ice cold temperatures but more importantly, how will she survive a weekend at home with the kids and a puppy!
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It's the first snow of the season and I've been in panic mode for days. Not the type of panic where one feels the need to buy every loaf of bread and gallon of milk in the grocery store. Not even the kind that compels one to fill their gas tanks and stock up on shovel's and ice melt.
No, this panic is much deeper.
It manifests in the head and sinks to the gut. It's all consuming and there's no real fix.
What could possibly be causing this level of anxiety, you ask? It's just a little snowstorm, you say.
Actually, it's a blizzard. Freezing temps, high winds, snow accumulations of more than a foot.
And this...three kids and a puppy. There. I said it.
I'm in a state of panic because I will be imprisoned in my home for an entire weekend with three children, at three different stages of development, and a hyperactive beast of a puppy who has yet to master the art of peeing outdoors. And the cherry on top of this cake? The husband is away on business. In sunny Spain. No kids, no dog, no snow. (Pardon the bitterness here)
It's not that I can't handle this on my own. I'm perfectly capable of caring for children, walking the dog and shoveling snow. I'd just prefer not to do it all at once. Alone.
"You're being a crybaby", some of you might be saying. And I can't disagree with you. I can't really justify this anxiety in my own head. I've been raising children for sixteen years. We have survived many snowstorms in that time.
What's the big deal?
Frankly, I'm not sure. Maybe it's the addition of the dog, who is currently barking in the crate, wanting breakfast. Perhaps it's the fact that it's only 8:45 am and I've already heard Taylor Swift's "Bad Blood" playing on my 13 year old's iPad four times. Or, the fact that my 10 year old, has been up for two hours and has gotten dressed in snow gear, begging to build a snowman. Or maybe it's the prospect of my 16 year old locking herself in her room, to watch movies on her laptop, while my chaos ensues on the other side of her door.
"Get it together, girl!", some of you might say. And you would be right. Put on a happy face, down a cup of coffee and get on with it. Bundle up and start shoveling! Take pics of the dog's first romp in the snow to show the husband the fun he missed. Build a snowman with your girls. Make the best of it! And remember, there's earplugs in the bathroom vanity and a bottle (or two) of wine in the cupboard.
Let it snow.