So none of my mom friends warned me. By the way, I swear some mom’s just want others to suffer just like they had to. Bitches. I wouldn’t do that. I’m blogging about it to warn the others. This morning was our first snow day. For anyone who doesn’t already know…it’s
cold freezing in New England. We had a 90 minute school delay so I casually poured my morning cup of coffee while the kids got a few extra z’s. I starred at the white snow and I have to admit it was peaceful, beautiful and quiet. (Cue the needle scratching on a record sound and don’t act like you’re too young to remember records) What was I thinking? I couldn’t totally relax. I had things to do. I needed that 90 minutes to find snow boots, snow pants, jackets, gloves and hats. More importantly, I had to figure out what time the bus would arrive with a 90 minute delay. The awake me would have simply added 90 minutes to their normal bus time 8:12 to get 9:42. The “half asleep, mother of 4 brain” me decided to log onto the school website and see if they would just post the actual bus stop time so parents wont have to think??? WASTE OF TIME! Eventually, I figured it out and the only thing left to do was to get the kids dressed and out the door. All was going well until we got to the mittens. We have done this routine a thousand times before but today she was “over it”. Completely confused I tried again. I unzipped the mittens, lined the thumb up and gave her my official head nod that her mittens were ready to hug her little hands. That’s when it happened. She dug her heels into the ground and became a mule. She went from an adorable little 6 year old to a little brat in less than 30 seconds. We had 2 minutes until the bus pulls up. I took a deep breath and said “Come on honey. You have to wear mittens on snow days so your fingers don’t freeze”. “I dont want to wear those things! Mom? I need more than 2 fingers!” (I laughed at the 2 finger comment. What? You don’t like having your 4 fingers webbed together? What’s wrong with you? lol) 1 minute until the bus pulls up. Now I’m angry. Missing the bus is a whole new crime. Shooting daggers at my daughter with my eyes. Swearing like a sailor (in my head of course) and what actually comes out of my mouth sounds simple but really has an underlying evil tone “Put the mittens on. NOW!” Tears welled up in her eyes and she did it because she knew I meant business but she was not happy. “I hate mittens!” Off she went. Running down the driveway flapping her little mitten hands like a penguin muttering under her breath about how awful I am to make her wear “baby mittens”. I closed the door and watched her climb onto the bus, sipped my coffee and wondered when the hell did mittens become uncool? Now I know people…first grade. In the first grade it’s very uncool to have mittens. Spread the word.
Did you know? Grammatical errors are a sign of intelligence. lol