Not really snow days. More cold days. The idea that it is so cold they are shutting you into your home. Too cold to go from house to car to building to car and back into house. Frostbite occurs in less than thirty minutes.
One minute in you feel fine.
Two there is a heaviness in your chest.
Three you find it hard to catch your breath.
The liquid cold invades your lungs.
Four minutes out you regulate.
Five your hands start to ache.
Every part covered and otherwise feels the bitter frost.
Being shut in can be hard with two kids. But not with two older kids. Because they know their own things. They don't want to do what mom wants to do. These things are 'BORING!' And 'NO FUN!'
I am lost and bereft not having to coddle two children locked indoors. I don't have to search for crafts or make magic tricks; tap dance to entertain. They do it all themselves. I am not a mother of the needed and discontent. I am a mother of the independent and content.
So I force the issue. I make them read and play games with me. Make them watch a movie with me or talk.
Soon the barometer will change and life will go back to the way it was. And we will again wish for the chance to be this content again.