In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lamb
In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lamb took on a whole new meaning in my household this week. To say the least, our week has been a little "tough." We had two days of school in the last two weeks due to snow and ice accumulation in our "we don't treat the roads" town. My daughter and I had a LOT of time together this past week amidst the earnest pursuit of job applications, a job fair, and interviews. I was determined to write a blazing resume and submit it with multiple applications while baking brownies, painting pictures, and watching her play Mine Craft (what is the draw there, really?). We threw in a few snow day sleep overs with friends (all at my tiny house) and the time was rather enjoyable. Almost like summer...but without the day spent outdoors.
All that said, by the end of week two we were in full out sassy without any gratitude and laying it on thick to mamma mia here. Thursday night, Friday night, and Saturday night as my husband arrived home from work, it was obvious someone was headed towards a meltdown or eternal grounding. Hubs was not even home during the day, all day, with an eight year old, yet even he seemed to be feeling the wear of all the dismal snowy skies. I did not want to admit we couldn't handle 16 days straight of constant contact but I am fairly certain he would have rather stuck to his day job of diffusing actual bombs than coming home to us. I baked brownies four times during this winterfest...but even chocolate only goes so far.
It's Sunday about 3 p.m. The phone just rang. It is the school alert. Oh my gosh NO they cannot cancel another day of school!!
Whew- close one...it was the principal explaining how all those days would be made up.
I do love my daughter and she is amazing. Really, in the scheme of things we all did a great job keeping it together, stuck indoors, in subzero weather, with gray skies when we are full-time sun, heat, and beach people.
But like I said before, we were coming into March with full-time sassiness and in my house, there can be only one of us (if it isn't clear, it is my designation). Somewhere during a restless night (I kept checking the weather and looking outside for snow and ice), I realized I really could not take one more day and now that it was over, I'd had enough of the non-love.
Monday morning the alarm goes off. I get up and walk in my daughter's room to wake her for school. She is already awake and on her computer watching videos which is unusual. I take it as a nice surprise. I say "Good Morning" and sit down beside her. "Time for school" and she immediately goes into a crying pout and hollering about watching videos. I hear about two minutes of loud and rude from her in attempts to berate me into a deal to watch the video (17 more minutes of video would leave 9 minutes to get ready for school-- unfortunately that is not enough time for her). Another shout to leave and that she does not need my help...so out I go.
I don't say a word and march down the stairs. One, two, then three sheets of paper later and I laid out how this week is going to go. Yep, those papers in the picture are truly mine, hanging in my kitchen right now on the pantry door. I took the photo originally with the thought that someone would rip them down and rip them up. No one has actually touched them, even when they were reading them. Maybe the ink is still too hot to touch?
MOM IS ON STRIKE
