…with a two-hour school delay. We have a history of winter break being extended by snow days, delays and sick kids, so I try not to look forward to the alone time too much. I’d be lying, though, if I said the boys—who at twelve and seven seem to be in a phase where they don’t like each other very much—haven’t been driving me mad.
Plus, I’m pretty tired of cleaning up snow.
Associated Press – December 31, 2007 2:15 PM ET
CONCORD, N.H. (AP) – Today’s snowstorm made this month the snowiest December in New Hampshire in more than a century.
The National Weather Service in Gray, Maine, said Concord, where New Hampshire records are kept, beat the previous record of 43 inches of snow in December by an inch and a half. That record was set in 1876.
Overall, the storm left 10.1 inches in Concord, and more in other parts of the state.
We had another 6-10 last night, but that will go toward January’s records. You’d think my snowmobiling hubby would be happy, but he’s spent so much time staying off the highways during storms and moving snow, he hasn’t gotten to ride. Worst part—we’ve run out of places to put it. Plows are just adding to banks which are seriously encroaching on the streets, making most but the main streets into one-lane roads. Snowblowers can’t get the snow up and over the bankings anymore, leading to more encroachment. Shoveling? Fuggedaboudit. (I need to remember my camera and take some pics.)
So I get to run like a madwoman from 9:00-10:30 instead of 7:00-8:30 and then start reclaiming the living room. We have a rule that the living room can be totally trashed from Christmas morning until the kids go back to school, and the time has come.
Shannon, I remember when my boys were that age and didn’t have a kind word for each other. Mine were 15 months apart so they could fight over some of their clothes. Shirts and socks mostly. My youngest never seemed to find the hamper and would run out of socks. He would then steal from his older brother and that would incite “Sock Wars”! Wading into the fray, I would pull them apart and try to get them properly clothed for school. By the time they would get out the door, I’d wonder if it was too early for a drink!
On snow days, they would fight over the TV after they had tracked snow from one end of the house to the other.
Now that they are adult (and I use that term loosely), I hope they get married, have kids and discover all the joys of parenthood.
Yeah, I don’t know what it is, but right now the tall kid has about a ten second tolerance for the sound of the short kid’s voice. Since the short kid NEVER stops talking, even in his sleep, there’s some friction. :rofl:
And the more you don’t want to deal with the short kid, the more in your face he gets. He Who Shall Not Be Ignored.