Snow days are not for the weak

I try not to blog about my children directly (even though they are the reason for my being a housewife) but they are, in fact the central point of our household, around which everything revolves.

First Example: Furniture

Our current couch was chosen when we had one child. I wanted something nice looking, but functional. The husband is allergic to life itself, so we were limited to leather. We got this gorgeous curved couch. The three of us fit on it perfectly. Enter Thing 2: we still fit on the couch. However, as Thing 1 and Thing 2 have grown, and now with the arrival of the Baby, it's become clear a three-cushion couch is not enough for a family of five.

We are receiving a sizeable tax refund - due almost entirely to the Baby - and so we went shopping for a new couch. A couch that fits five. Without the children, we'd be looking for two chairs, which would fit in our house a lot better. Or we could get one of those couches with a cup holder console. I love the idea of a cup holder console, as I am never without a beverage, but it's just not practical when you're trying to fit five people onto a relatively small piece of furniture.

Perhaps I can designate Thing 1 as my own personal cup holder.

Second Example: Snow

Thing 1 and Thing 2 had a snow day on Friday. That's all cool, right? Three day weekend. Send them out to play in the snow. Good times.

Sunday night, I got the call that today would be another snow day. Four day weekend? Not cool. After three days, I was so ready to send them back to school and get the laundry done (half of which is the children's). Dashed are my hopes of doing any book-editing. Gone is the possibility of a blog post about my excitement to rearrange the furniture!

Instead, it's 4 pm and I've spent the day negotiating disputes and attempting to get the Baby to nap, unsuccessfully.  I've picked up dozens of Thing 1's tissues and hung up wet snow clothes twice. The laundry is only half done. Anyone who has spent four days wrangling three or more children ... join me when I help myself to a heavy pour of wine in an hour (counting the minutes). And those of you who work in daycare, God bless you.

If this post is less than stellar, I apologize. I am writing it while playing napkin tag with the Baby.

Next week is School Vacation Week. I will be MIA, buried in snot, arrowroot cookies, and nutella. See you on the other side, when I reemerge with my sanity shredded.

-A Real Housewife of the (Snowy) North Shore