|The first snowfall|
At first it is fun and novel. However, our particular storms brought sheets of ice which limited our level of outdoor fun. So we stayed active indoors where we were grateful to maintain our power and internet service. When at last we attempted to head out on Sunday, our car wound up in our woods. The sight of us climbing, slipping, sliding and grasping back up the hill in our Sunday finest could have made us a finalist in America's Funniest Home Videos.
Things started to thaw a bit at the beginning of the week, and then we received several inches of
|I don't even want to talk about it.|
On Wednesday, we received five more inches of snow.
The mail has been delayed.
Our garbage hasn't been picked up in two weeks.
We missed the last high school musical of our daughter's senior year.
A birthday party, basketball awards and a daddy-daughter event have been delayed.
We haven't been able to go to church, boy scouts or gymnastics.
Obviously, things haven't been normal around our place for a while.
I keep telling my husband that "We're never having a normal day again!" It feels like the "Groundhog Day" movie and by the middle of this week, I was struggling to maintain my normally optimistic attitude.
|Extra care on the waffles because we have extra time on our hands.|
Each of these moments I have loved and I believe the winter snows of 2015 will be folklore in our family's history. But I am very much craving normal. I am desperate for sunshine. I miss the freedom of coming and going and the predictability of routine. I'm taking a deep breath, I'm looking ahead to a forecast of a warmer, albeit damp, week.
The ice and snow will thaw and this moment that seems frozen will melt into reality that is speeding by too quickly.
Has your life been altered by things you can't control? Is anyone else enjoying/enduring and endless snow day?