They were all like, “It’s gonna snow big time!”
And my kids were like, “Yeah, it’s gonna snow big time!”
And my nanny was like, “Yeah, it’s gonna be a snow day!”
And I was like, “Yeah, it’s gonna snow big time, and it’s gonna be a snow day (or two), and my house is a wreck, and I’ve got three kids and two cats and a dog, and no husband around, and a mountain of laundry!”
So, I really wasn’t looking forward to it.
As it turned out though, it didn’t snow big time on Wednesday.
However, the schools closed.
Local businesses closed.
The federal government closed.
We live west enough from the city that our snow stuck to the ground, and got higher and higher, and wet and heavy.
But it was not a breathtaking blizzard. Miss C and the nanny went out to build some sad-looking snowmen. It was all slush by bedtime.
I got trapped inside a house with three kids and a nanny on a snow day without any real snow day perks, two cats and a dog, and no husband around, and a mountain of laundry … and all the stir-crazy and chaos you could ever imagine.
We’re disappointed in you, DC weathermen.
Today’s result of guiltymomsitis: an emotion one feels when you have to leave for work early again, motivating one to bake two batches of cookies to greet the kids when they wake up without you.
And because cookie dough makes for excellent emotional eating.