It’s been 5 days since my kids were in school.
Non-stop screaming has been coming from my basement for the last two hours.
I will not break. I will not break.
I have tried to stay positive. I have been preparing school lunches every night, completely in denial that snow is on its way.
We had to go to the grocery store yesterday. We HAD to. We were out of food. The kids didn’t start fighting until 10 minutes in. I told Kid #1 to stay to the right of the cart, Kid #2 to stay to the left. It worked for 20 seconds. Then they started fighting about who was supposed to stay on the right and who was supposed to stay on the left of me.
An older man who witnessed this fight started laughing. LAUGHING. Oh, you think that was funny, Mr. I-can-stroll-leisurely-through-the-grocery-store-by-myself-because-my-kids-are-all-grown? Yeah. Freaking hilarious.
I won’t even allow myself to think about what will happen if we have two more snow days. Because if we do, the (that-which-must-not-be-named but I will anyway) BLIZZARD BAGS will make an appearance. Not only will there be a snow day, but I will have to force my kids to sit there and complete a packet of homework that will take a minimum of three hours when all they want to do is run around like maniacs outside in the snow.
My eye is twitching.
And now I have to stop writing this because I can no longer focus. The kids have recorded their screaming from the past two hours on the iPod and are watching it sitting smack next to me, laughing maniacally, surely waiting for my head to explode.
They’ve asked for lunch 17 times. I guess I better make something.
Stay strong, people. I know I’m trying.