Admittedly, an unexpected snow day due to cancelled school can be fun. For that single unplanned day, it’s fairly easy to reschedule work meetings, postpone some phone calls, and pretend you’re a little kid who gets to skip school. You play in the snow for a bit,
do some shoveling,
and snuggle up and watch TV with cookies. Nice, right? Sure. Something to be thankful for, even. But holy mother of God, THREE days of cancelled school is not something that I was thankful for this past week.
Three snow days is a lot of snow days. Also! MONDAY WAS A HOLIDAY. So no school on Monday, either! And Friday? Friday had a two-hour delay. So we basically had an unplanned no-school week for like the whole week.
Yikes (the nice Tucker word). Fuck (the me word) (although I did have his sitter part of Monday). Seriously, people, I adore my son, and love him more than anything or anybody else, forever and always, times kazillions. But three days of cancelled school after a holiday was a fucking nightmare. I had to conference into my work meetings (I will say that I’m thankful that I was able to conference in for them as being there in person was fairly impossible, so there’s that).
Anyway, so I had three separate one-hour meetings. First meeting. Not bad. Tucker’s entertaining himself with trucks and airplanes, drinking some juice and hardly disturbing the folks on the other end of my phone at all by yelling “I go poo potty” at the top of his lungs.
We had a two-hour window between the meetings, and so we went and played outside a bit more. Which was just as magical and thankful as the other outdoor snowplay was. Until Tucker got it into his head that life would not be complete unless he were able to play with the hose. Keep in mind, it was like 10 degrees out, and the hose was frozen to the ground.
I tried reason.
I tried bribes.
He said “pwease pwease pwease,” and I said “no.”
He cried outside. He cried inside.
He threw himself to the floor, and kicked his feet.
He told me that I’m not the boss.
It wasn’t our finest moment.
Once I finally got him calmed down, and back upstairs, it was time for round two of my meetings. I set him up with some milk, the iPad, and crappy kid cartoons on the TV. Surely I could speak to my colleagues for two hours, right?
First, he tried to hang up my phone. Then he closed my laptop. He pulled out every single toy that he owns and threw them behind the couch. He demanded a cookie. And then two apples. He fake-fell to the floor and pretended horrendous injury. After kissing his fake boo-boos while toggling between speaking and muting my phone, he decided that it was time to play with bubbles in the downstairs sink. I was fine with that. Except that he also left the water running, and, upon exiting the bathroom, locked the door behind him. Of course it’s one of those ridiculously stupid locks that requires a dumb tiny key.
I’m thankful that the water in the sink was only up to just before the overflowing level by the time I found the key and got the door unlocked.
I’m thankful that my husband came home a little early that day, just in time so that I no longer felt the need to lock myself in my own bathroom with a box of Franzia.
I’m also thankful that my husband watched Tucker for a few hours Saturday night so that I could have a lovely happy hour with some of the PAC moms. My margarita(s) were delicious. They looked something like this:
That there are huge indoor playground places available to us on days when it continues to be cold and gray are also a big thankful thing.
Looks like I found some thankful things hidden in the chaos and less-than-divine parenting moments this week after all. Of course, this coming week holds two teacher workdays. I’ll leave it to you to figure out whether I’m thankful for that right now or not.
OOH OOH I have another! Which is totally bringing me way past the 10 mark. I’m thankful that this thankful post is like a whopping 5 hours earlier getting posted than usual. I pretty much win. Ok maybe not since people have been posting them since Friday night, and some of them (ah hem you know who you are) actually post twice over the weekend…but it’s still a win for me.