Rolling in the Snow

Oklahoma got snow.

People panicked.

As in cleared the grocery store shelves panicked. If you wanted bread, you had to make it yourself. If you wanted milk, well, hopefully you had a cow nearby.

It amuses me how people panic because I came from FE Warren AFB in Wyoming where snow was a usual thing. Nothing was shut down, even when it would snow a couple of feet. I remember Tom had to shovel his way out of the house because his work still expected him to show up.

In Oklahoma, things shut down for 2 inches of snow.

School shut down on Friday.

"Guess what?" Tommy said when he returned home from school on Thursday.

"You got an A on your test? Oh Tommy, I'm so proud--"

"There's NO SCHOOL FRIDAY!"

Oh. Well.

It didn't bother me too much. It meant I could sleep in. My kids let me sleep in. This is because I'm scary in the morning and they'd rather not deal with me if they don't have to. So I did. Sleep in, I mean. I thought, ahhh, I can relax today and not have to do anything.

"I want to play in the snow!" Natalie said, pressing her nose against the window.

Ugh. I didn't want to go outside. Some parents are so thrilled to get those snow pictures of their kids. I'm all, "I'd prefer to stay inside where it's warm." But Natalie insisted.

The good news was, we got Tommy out of his room. He can stay holed up there for hours.

I ended up getting snow pictures. I mean, since I was dragged out and all...

Tommy was like, "Snowball fight!"

And then Tommy shouted, "I'm going to roll in the snow!"

(Don't worry, he did NOT crash into Natalie. She'd have never let him hear the end of it.)


My kids had fun. I felt guilty because they did not have A) snow boots or B) snow pants. But well, it's Oklahoma.

And that's what dryers are for, right?