I am on day number 2 of being held captive in my own home. Before you call 911 (but thanks for thinking of me…) it’s because of weather. In the South a bit of snow and ice renders us helpless.
Of course being Canadian, I consider this a cruel, cruel joke. Back home it’s called “typical Wednesday in February”.
My husband is away for work this week. I am holding down the fort with my four-year-old. I love my son very, very much. I am grateful for my blessings.
But oh dear, I am ready to go insane.
I have a new found respect for single parents and stay at home moms/dads. I know I am not meant to be either. Being “on” 24/7 is a most impossible task, and the men and women who perform this miraculous feat day in and day out deserve kudos. And a day off.
Yesterday, our first ‘snow’ (and I use the term loosely here in the South) day or found us schlepping to Wal Mart for some much needed supplies… bread, milk, crayons, a ridiculously big blue ball (because when an impending storm renders you captive, you MUST have a ridiculously large blue ball). I earned my “Mother of The Year” wings yesterday. We shopped. We played. We created. We baked. We cuddled. I was THE man/woman yesterday.
And then I got the bad news that we’d be having today off too.
My baking supplies are gone, the crayons are lost or broken, we’ve already seen the movie my son wanted to watch and it’s too damn wet to go outside.
My son has figured out I am a captive audience. At the tender age of four he has yet to understand “alone time”.
So I sit here today, contemplating what to do. Road’s are icy. Weather conditions aren’t great. I don’t want my kid stuck in front of an ipad or tv all day.
I am mustering up the creativity and courage it takes to tackle this beast…. alone.
Bless the people who do this day in and day out with smiles on their faces.