Trying to overcome my grinchiness

I am trying to be "one with the snow." To not be so grouchy. To focus on the family together time and the beautiful snowy world outside instead of the trapped feeling, the missed work, and the way my kids have morphed into the most annoying children ever.

But I'm struggling. I just want it to stop. I know we're lucky because we haven't lost power, because we are warm and safe and dry. I'm lucky because I have Pat home on vacation too, and am not stuck home by myself with abovementioned children.

Some lovely footage shot this morning...

The view out the front door. Right out the door, under the covered porch.

Walkway? What walkway?

The area formerly known as a driveway, and way in the distance, frozen lumps formerly known as the garbage cans.

A snowy day in the forest... I mean, my front yard

Our covered patio. And by covered, I mean covered in SNOW

Sandbox, you say? Where? (see the lump?)

Crazy boys, including one wonderful, dedicated father who braved the 15-degree evening for some snow baseball

In the words of my sister from Pittsburgh to the cities in and around Seattle:

"It's called salt, people. Use it." I do not understand why we can't salt and plow better for just a few weeks. For the sanity of everyone involved.

Blech.

I'll admit it. I'm a Snow Grouch.

I just don't like the snow.

It's not the snow itself, it's the disruption in my schedule, the being cold, and the trapped grouchy feeling. And this time, it's the fact that we already had snow and it's super cold and it's not going away anytime soon. I don't live in the Midwest for a reason.

I wish I loved it. I wish I felt peaceful and happy and could just curl up on the couch with a book and a blanket and some tea.

But I have kids. Kids who are just as sensitive as their mama to disruptions in their schedule. One kid who likes the idea of the snow, but who plays in the snow for less time than it takes to get her ready for going out in the snow.

And another kid who loves to play in the snow, go sledding, and never gets cold. Except he's bitter that the snow ruined his post-birthday dinner with his cousins.

At least someone is enjoying himself.

Until June, that is--when he has to make up the 3 snow days.

T-ball, anyone?

Well, at least we don't have to stand out in the rain for t-ball practice tomorrow morning...
Thanks to some freaky weather pattern and our lovely choice of home in the famous "Convergent Zone," we are seeing this tonight...






Pat thinks it's more than mere coincidence that we have the latest spring snow in 36 years on the same day that the NBA voted to let the Sonics leave town. He thinks Mother Nature is mad. And maybe God too.

Snow was only the end of a day of hail, rain, freezing rain, slushy rain, and icy rain. Just makes you want to break out the summer clothes.