Snow, Snow, Snow!

I may have been dreaming of a white Christmas, but my chilblains have been rebelling against all the cold temperatures and icy snow around here. But since this is the no whining zone, I will gloss over the whining part and say that I love the snow. For one thing, it is so amazingly pretty, and just when it starts to get dirty and messy looking, it snows again, and all the mess is blanketed with soft, pure whiteness. Last month, Hanna was running their big, super-duper winter sale, and I was able to get three winter parkas, and three pairs of snow bibs for about the price of one set. They only had one kind in my girls' sizes, so they all match, in brilliant fuscia and mango gold. When they come at you on the sled run, well all you can say is, "Wow!" And if they run you over, you have no excuse, because you sure did see them coming.

Today I am weary, and I have quite a few unappealing chores to tackle. I don't really need five children underfoot while I try and get them done. So I announced after breakfast that they were to suit up and go outdoors to play in the snow. This was met with cheers, and running feet, as they ran to use the bathroom and gather their gear. And now the door has slammed behind the last pink suited child, and my house is quiet for the moment. I must be off. The homeschool cupboard awaits, spilling papers and text books off its shelves.