So I am supposed to be recuperating from my hysterectomy, right? And part of that is that I am supposed to be resting. Not cleaning, vacuuming, doing laundry, sweeping the floors.
It is kind of hard to do this when the children keep NOT having school. I mean, seriously, where the fuck was all of this snow during Christmas? You know, when it would actually be welcome? It started snowing early Sunday morning, and it did not stop until Monday afternoon. Some places even got the joy of snow, then rain, then snow on top of that. Because Mother Nature apparently got cranky at the horrible play calls for the Superbowl so she decided to torture everyone. Way to take your aggression out on Northeast Ohio, MOTHER. Other people who do that get charged with felonious assault.
We don't even live in the fucking snow belt, where they expect this kind of snow. Not that we were unprepared for it. I live in Ohio, land of the really really crappy weather no matter what season. Snowpocalypse does not scare me. Hell, chances are if it is above 20* I'll be heading to the grocery store without a cumbersome coat. I get annoyed when school is closed just because of snowy roads (ice is understandable). In other words...It's old hat.
But not when I am supposed to be relaxing. And that is hard enough to begin with. And the little girls have picked up a new habit. Of fighting. Over everything. Constantly. It's super cute, in the way that that stupid groundhog is super cute until you realize that the fucker is predicting 6 more weeks of winter.
I was running out of ideas to entertain them. I gave them Mr. Clean Magic Erasers for a while, and that kept them busy for an hour. (Bonus: the walls going upstairs are now clean!) I even turned the TV on, but that only led to a fight over what to watch. In desperation, I did what any good Ohio mother would do.
I bundled their asses up and made them play outside.
It was 17* with a foot of snow, plus it was still coming down. I really could not go out there with them, as that would involve me actually putting real pants on vs the yoga pants I have been living in for the last two weeks. Plus, you know: supposed to be resting. I sent them out by themselves and left the door open to watch them.
It wore their asses out. By the time they came in, their cheeks and noses red as can be, I could see it. The cold took the fight right out of them. They were ready to behave, if only because they were too tired to try to start an argument.
It's almost enough to make me wish that there was snow year round. Then I mentally wallop myself upside the head and remember: Swimming pool does the same in the summer.
Score one for another awesome parenting moment!