Snow Day

Yesterday morning, Maggie got up at 5:00 am to shower before school. I may have given birth to her, and she may look just like her dad, but I am starting to wonder if she really is my daughter. I got up at 6:45 and checked our local public access channel - NO SCHOOL! She said that she had checked when she first woke up and there was no message - could it be that everyone was still SLEEPING? So, yay for us school was cancelled!

Sometimes I love Ashlee's little touches - she wanted a hat for her little snowman, but knew we didn't have one that size so she made him one out of snow, clever no?Things I love about snow days: pajamas until late morning/early afternoon, hot chocolate,games on the floor, and that feeling of cheating because we're really not supposed to all be home. Bonus: Chris was flying that night, so he was home until about 2:30. Things I don't really love: piles of wet snow gear, making and cleaning up three meals - (breakfast is bigger, lunch was for five), and the cabin fever that sets in around 5:00 pm.

Pajamas or leisure suit?

Last night for dinner I made bread and homemade chicken noodle soup. It reminded me of last year when I was sick. At first we weren't sure what it was , just that I felt awful. I would spend half my day lying on the floor with stomach pain. I had been to see the doctor twice about it - nothing. Finally one morning I woke up a little yellow and a lot in pain, so we went to the ER. The doctor there was pretty certain that I had one of the lettered Hepatitis strains. I was miserable and called my mom - she came out to take care of us. We didn't really need her to, and said so, but she came anyway. And it was wonderful. I would sleep for several hours each day and she cooked and played with Paige and took care of homework and laundry (even the whites - that's how sick I was). All while trying to work from our computer at the job she had just started. She made bread a few times and chicken noodle soup and it was just so nice to be babied. Sometimes that's a perk of living far away. If we had lived close and needed that kind of help - she would have come over to help, but she would have gone home to sleep at night and been busy with her own life. But, since she was here, we got two weeks of full time pampering. Turns out, it was just Epstein Barr and by the time she left I was feeling much much better. So, last night as the girls and I sat down to eat homemade bread and soup, I thought thankfully of my mom and how she is always there when I need her.

Happy Snow Day!