What the heck, snow?!

It’s been one of those mornings when I wake up and I am flooded with all the things I need to do to take care of my 5 year-old and 17 month-old before I shuffle everyone into the car and release them into the clutches of their day home provider. Once they are safe and secure and the trembling lips have stopped I fly to work where I put in my eight hours.

This morning was no different than the rest: hit snooze about three times, drag myself out of bed and throw myself in the shower. Once that’s done and my hair is….acceptable I can go about getting breakfast ready and on the table before I get dressed. This means the chocolate milk needs to be made (we’re syrup people since it’s cheaper and lasts longer), the bowl must be filled (but not too full) of cereal and the straw and timer need to be laid out by the bowl just so if I want to avoid a tantrum.

Just before I head to my bedroom to throw on my clothes that I picked out the night before (thank GOODNESS) I whip past the window.

And stop.

Here is my little aside: sometimes I forget that I live in Canada. Living in Canada comes with certain realities, like snow in April. The little flakes whirl around outside and settle on the corpses of their brethren that lay piled under my window.

Now, normally, I enjoy snow. Living in Manitoba snow is a luxury because it means it’s been warm enough to snow. But when you have a 5 year-old who has so desperately been waiting for the snow to melt so he can stop wearing the boots that are too small and run around in the backyard, snow is a demon. It’s an evil that needs to be purged from this world.

I close the curtains and ignore it.

The morning proceeds like normal: milk is dumped into the cereal bowl which is then sucked up with the straw once the particles of cereal are gone. The youngest inhales his oatmeal and devoured his morning milk. The timer has run to give my eldest the signal that we are out of time to lolly-gag (do people even say that anymore?) and shoes and hats must be put on.

I’ve already gone out to start the car to make it warm and I have dusted it off. The snow is still there, and it’s sticking. This signals a slight panic. My eldest has been very confrontational lately and is NOT afraid to tell you when he is not happy. Usually with a loud “I’M. NOT. HAPPY!”

We’re dressed and ready to go. I open the door and take a deep breath. He heads outside.

And stops with his arms wide open like he’s hugging an invisible giant.

“What the heck? You gotta be kidding me snow!”

His little 5 year-old voice is so loud as it echoes around the neighbourhood at 8 am.

All I can do is laugh. Yes, what the heck? You gotta be kidding me!

P.S. I have no idea where he learned that phrasing from. It was clearly not from me…….no…..not at all…..

Posted by Sarah Jayne

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