The other day, a day approaching an unseasonably warm 50 degrees, I was on the phone with my sister complaining. But first there was texting. I’m an outrageously long texter.
I have too much time and can’t get myself to the gym nor can I get myself to work on my book. All I want to do is shop to make myself motivated to work out. I have zero desire to work out and feel overwhelmed by weights at the gym (and it’s not because I don’t know how to use them–I’ve worked with trainers and know how it’s done) and I also have a free workout-at-home app that I know I can use but don’t because I’ve lost motivation and feel like I’ll never have a low % body fat body where you see muscles and have carved arms. Instead I’m all mushy and don’t work out and what’s worse is that my skin is saggy and pouchy and crepe-like. I’m getting JOWLS on my face, still have a saggy double chin.
Then my phone rang, and Lea matched my complaints with her own. Finally, I whined, “I just want a snow day. I want school to be cancelled, and I can snuggle with my buttered beans and stay inside and bake.”
I got my wish. Twice in a row! Thursday and Friday were snow days. This is what came of them: I didn’t leave the house.
A snow day in my house smells of bacon and pancakes. The kids had pancakes from scratch, fresh off the griddle (this is one of my all time favorite purchases), while I made myself keto-friendly low-carb blueberry pancakes and smeared them with softened brown butter. I had movies upon movies to watch. Abigail binge-watched her way through the new season of Project Mc2 (which I didn’t mind because it’s girls using science in creative ways). There were also board games and foamy blender hot chocolate with mini marshmallows.
Above all other days, I love snow days. Creatures are forced to find shelter; we crawl up into our cozy lives of pajamas. And no one feels like they’re missing out. No one feels guilty for the day of rest. No one is expected to be productive or have a fcuking playdate. I feel no obligation to play in the snow. None whatsoever. The kids bundle themselves up and head out back. They last 45 minutes, then strip at the door. I am forever thankful that my kiddos can entertain themselves for hours in this house, without my ever knowing they’re even home. Lucas plays with his Legos in the basement, and Abigail is happy in the “Homework Room” (where no one does homework). There is no homework! Nowhere to be, no obligations. Nothing is planned or expected. It’s glorious. It was two days full of family bonding and the comforts of home, which improved my mood… for the most part. You can only do so many gratitude lists to counter the uncontrollable hormone monsters. But I am most grateful for days in with nowhere to be.
Recipe for low-carb bliss (pancakes) in the comments below…
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