Snowed In


When homeschooled kids are young, especially if they don’t have a lot of friends in public school . . . they have no clue what a snow day is! Heck, mine didn’t even know what “summer break” meant until recent years. Unfortunately, as they get older, they become wise to the sneaky ways of the Homeschool Mom. The bubble has burst, folks.

We got hit this week with blizzard conditions, over a foot of new snow, and single digit temperatures, so most schools were closed. My children? No snow days. I’m sure in the future their complaints will recall those times Mommy made them do schoolwork on Christmas Eve rather than their un-snow days, but I’m still winning the A-Hole Mom Award for last week.


I try to explain it logically, but kids don’t want logic, they want a damned day off from schoolwork. Because, you know, they need that extra hour or two to do the same thing they do the other 90% of the day. *Usually* I am extra amazing and let them take the day off on holidays when my husband is home–but look, once I print out their weekly checklist with page/assignment numbers, there is no going back. Especially not for THREE DAYS out of a school week! Sorry kids. Let’s be realistic though–taking days off when everything is closed because it’s blizzarding and it’s too cold to play outside is just not worth it when we could take off days when the sun is shining and it’s unseasonably warm and we can actually leave the house to do something fun. “Sun Days” are infinitely better than “Snow Days.” Someday the children will understand and thank me for that . . . right?

Frozen in Time

Wowza–sorry about the hiatus, folks. This school year feels like it entered warp speed as soon as September hit, and now we are in the throes of winter. Not the cute, toss-a-snowball kind of winter, but the “Winter is Coming,” only the strongest survive, lasts 100 years kind of winter. Of course, it’s still January which means winter has only just started around here, but of course it’s also the point in time when winter is interminable and all excitement over snow has faded to a jaded, miserable sigh when the flakes start to fall.

The childrens’ joy has turned into icy tears as one takes a snowball to the face and the other grumbles that her wretched hag of a mother asked her to put socks on before going out when it’s 20 degrees. Either the snow melts or the temperature drops too low before we can actually do something enjoyable, like go sledding, then we get hit over all again just so we can shovel the driveway out once more.


So if you’re out there fantasizing about buying a home in a warmer climate, clinging to your hot cup of coffee or tea, and thanking all that is holy that your children can mostly dress and undress themselves in their snow gear and go outside while you watch from a warm, comfortable seat in the house, I feel ya. We’re still here, plugging along, hoping to get a good chunk of the year’s curriculum done before warm weather finally returns so we can go out and enjoy the crap out of spring. And once my hands thaw, I’ll get some new posts out to keep you company during this stupid season called winter.