It is snowmania at my house today!  The DC Metro area is getting slammed by Old Man Winter, as we speak.

Eleven  inches and counting… the precipitation is just unending. Squee!

At 7:30am my kids were clamoring to go outside and play.  They flew out of their beds this morning and immediately started babbling uncontrollably.  “Snow, snow, snow!! Can we go out yet? Can we mom? Can we go out yet? Where is my boots? I want to lick it. It is higher than my head. Can we go out yet? I’ll bet school is closed on Monday! Where are my boots? Can we go out yet? Let’s make snow pancakes! Can we go out yet? Can we eat snow for breakfast, mom? Is that okay? Can we go out yet?”

Oh my Heavenly Father!  I hadn’t even had a full cup of coffee yet.

My husband, on the other hand, has been continuing to do what he does best – SHOVELING SNOW.  People, he gets kind of obsessed with the snow shoveling thing. I feel like he has been out there every hour trying to get rid of the snow that dared to fall on his pristine walkway. It has become a bit of a joke in our family. How obsessed is he? LAST NIGHT (at 11:45pm) I had to stop him from beginning the process.

Snow is his nemesis.

Me on the other hand?  I sip coffee. I bundle children. I feed the hungry males of this house.  (All of that snow shoveling and frivolity is hunger generating, dontcha know?)

Of course, I am kind of failing at that job this morning (total mom fail!) because last night I was at a holiday gathering and I neglected to stock up on the requisite milk, bread and eggs.

So as of this  moment we might be forced to eating peanut butter and jelly… ALL. DAY. LONG.

<—– Oh well, something tells me that my kids won’t care!

As an aside: This blog was featured on WUSA9 (DC News) and by Angie Goff (Reporter)on her OMGoff blog.  So exciting!

I woke up this morning to a rose petal strewn bed and room.

Today is my birthday.

My husband and children decided to commemorate the occasion by fixing me breakfast in bed.  AND by plastering my bedroom with roses.

Without going into too many details, let me just say that it was definitely one of those “I’m going to remember this for as long as I live” moments.

My family is, by far, my greatest gift in life.  Birthdays don’t matter to me so much anymore.  Instead of gifts, I find myself looking towards EXPERIENCES with the most important people in my life – my kids, my husband, my family and my friends.  (IRL and on the Net)

So while I have you here, let me just say “thank you” for helping to make this year of my life spectacular!

(Excuse the brevity of this blog but… I’ve got some celebratin’ to do!)

This is the first of what I am sure will be a series of posts chronicling
a lifetime of ridiculous and random things that my little boys will hide in my home.

This morning I awoke to find three humongous chunks of snow in my freezer.  Ahem.

Not pristine snow.  Oh no.  That, I wouldn’t mind so much…  Snow filled with dirt and bark and leaves.  Just sitting there hanging out with my frozen veggies and commiserating with the chicken nuggets.

Apparently, my 8 year old is trying to preserve the first snowfall of the season.

Nice.

I guess it could be worse… it could be YELLOW.

Once again I have to share with you the brilliance that is my friend Karen. She is really a gifted, yet warped,and incredibly funny mommy.  (Read her guest post here.) And although I have not yet convinced  her to write her own blog, she is kind enough to let me share with you some of my favorite Karen-isms.  For example:  Every year she writes these funny pharmaceutical-themed carols that just make me smile.  Can anyone else relate?

Yeah, I thought so.

WALKING WITH SOME XANAX IN MY HAND
(Sung to the tune of “Winter Wonderland”)

Cell phone rings…I’m not listening
Because today….I’m CVS-ing
A beautiful sight.
I’ll be happy tonight.
Walking with some Xanax in my hand.

Gone away…a migraine that hurts.
Told PTA…I think they’re all jerks.
Feel I can do no wrong.
Might even put on a thong.
Walking with some Xanax in my hand.

In the morning, I meet a nice policeman.
Stops me going 90 through downtown.
He says – “Are you harried?”
I say NO, man!
I just can’t feel my toes, or hear a sound…

Later on…my buzz expires.
My pharmacist…has been fired.
I’ll still face the day.
Found some more on eBay.

Walking with some Xanax in my hand!

Do you ever hide from your family?

Stupid question.  Well, OF COURSE you do.

Are there every any time when you just need a moment to yourself?  Or you just can’t deal with the situation?  Or perhaps JUST CAN’T MENTALLY TAKE IT ANYMORE?

I thought so.

What do you do about it?  I personally have tried the they’ll-never-find-me-in-the-bathroom trick and the I’m-changing-I’ll-be-right-down trick.

Neither work for me. Nobody cares.

I have no dignity.

So I don’t hide anymore.  Instead I sometimes DON’T COME HOME. Which of course is a also form of hiding…only more effective than the hanging out on the potty or pretending to be  in various states of undress.

Case in point… last night I had to run out and make a presentation for work.  I left the kids in the care of my wonderful husband for the night. He had to handle the soccer game, their homework and bedtime.  Now, I happened to get out of the presentation a little bit earlier than expected and called home with the intent of informing the family.  Immediately upon picking up the line, hubby told me that  Tiny Ninja  had a science quiz the next morning and that studying was NOT GOING WELL. 

AT ALL.

At which point my car ACCIDENTALLY veered itself away from the house and towards the grocery store.

Ahem. Yes. I went to the grocery store to avoid the family.  I just wasn’t ready to deal with a science quiz.  Truthfully, science is torture for me.  So I hid at the grocery store.

I know… SAD.  And yet, victorious at the same time.