The Snow Blues

After a month of almost consecutive snow days and Winter Break,

this mom is officially in Cabin Fever mode.

I even pulled out my old gowns as a new point of interest.

I have been in a foul mood.

I am not sure quite why.

It's a combination of things, I am sure.

The lack of sunshine.

My house being at 60 degrees to conserve cash.

The cooking three meals a day,

EVERY day.

O.k. I'll be honest:

no breakfast

just lunch dinner and the 4th meal.

The daily routine of

Wizards of Waverly Place, Hannah Montana, and Cake Boss

should be envious.

(And just for the rest of you moms who are trying to survive

with a Netflix membership

because the remote

to the digital converter went missing ages ago

and you don't have any real T.V.

the last of those three shows is the winner of

Best Entertaining TV)

And there's nothing like a really long

run-on sentence to express the true sentiment

of my last month.

I've been dreaming of going to Carlos' Bakery

for a warm lobster tail or crumb cake.

Of course, in my dreams,

I am decked out fashionably

with my hair done, make-up on, and nails brightly painted.

I guess if my mind really had some imagination

I should have been wearing a Miley wig

and some Wizard glasses.

Because that is what the kids would find entertaining.

But, in my dreams,

I am all alone.

Go figure.

And then I sit to blog.

Because maybe it will help me find myself.

Or at least pull me out of this mood.

And I stumble upon this old photo:

and I remember how awesome my kids are.

And how fast they grow.

And then the smell of a poopy diaper

brings me back to my senses.

Just as Caroline goes flying off the bottom of treadmill.

And for the millionth time

with my kids

we laugh.

And I think

it's too bad

their teachers don't get to

see them at their best.

And I tell myself

to embrace these snow days.

Because even though the days go by so very slow.

The years fly by.

And, next winter,

if I am lucky

The Tennessee weather God

may bring no snow at all.

But of course,

by then I may be living in South Dakota.

And LG will still be saying,

"Oh, but this is still nothing

compared to the Winter of '88."

And I will no longer wonder how my mom survived

with seven children

because I will be longing

for my childhood

in

Southern California.

Where snow days

don't exist.