LORI WEBER MENKE: Supermom vs. winter
I’m here to tell you it’s all my fault. I’m responsible and will accept the blame. I washed the kids snow pants and put them away. I’m sorry I jinxed it., I don’t know what I was thinking.
The only words of consolation I can offer are this: I wanted to celebrate.
You know that one day in every Supermom’s house that’s a secret Supermom celebration? The day we get to put winter clothes away.
Supermothers out there know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s the day we wash those snowpants for the last time and tuck them safely away in the closet, probably never to be worn again because the next time we need them our children have grown a foot, but we save them anyway because you just never know.
It’s the day we get to stop tripping over snow boots because they’re in the closet to stay. No more stray lost mittens or gloves to deal with. Morning routines get a little easier for both parents and children.
But this winter refuses to give me my day of glory. It mocks me and my washing machine everytime I clean those snowpants. I don’t know why I even bother.
The truth is I do like snow. I love how excited my children are every year at the first snowfall. After all, if I didn’t like snow I probably wouldn’t live in North Dakota. But now it’s April, and the snow seems to have lost its luster. Even my children seem to be disinterested in its existence. I know my husband and his snowblower have.
My poor child was yelled at the morning of April 1 as I thought him telling me school was canceled was his idea of an April Fool’s joke.
Joke was on me I guess.
Grand Forks Public Schools and surrounding areas had to cancel school for two snow days, March 31 and April 1. Snow days are every child’s dream and every parent’s nightmare. As they run around the room whooping and hollering, parents are frantically rearranging their days.
What is on my work agenda today? Who has to take the day off to stay at home? Who has more vacation time and can afford to use eight hours of precious time to stay at home with these precious children? Should we play rock, paper, scissors to see who has to stay and who gets to escape? Can I find someone to watch them while I/we go to work? These questions frantically race through the mind of every parent all while the TV cancellation ticker, email alerts and robo calls from the school continue to taunt us parents as children start to plan their “free day.”
These last two free days, I wasn’t as impressed as my children. All I could envision was summer break dwindling before my eyes. But I hear Gov. Jack Dalrymple might pardon my children — that’s reassuring. After all, summer is already getting shorter as the snow continues on. I do find it ironic that the schools also canceled some days this school year because of excess heat.
I hope my children remember this school year and all the strange weather. It seems to be one to be talked about for years to come.
Spring will show up eventually, this I know, but until it does, I will keep packing those snowpants. Who knows I might not even wash them and put them away until the final bell rings on the last day of school.
Until next time,