As a thin layer of ice covers the region, yet another school day is delayed. I’m starting to think we may never get back to normal. I should be thankful that we haven’t been hit with back to back blizzards, but these incessant, miniscule storms that continue to wreak havoc on my semblance of routine are just about to drive me crazy.
Am I alone in this? Sure, as a kid, I’d live for these days, especially in Georgia where they were rare to say the least. However, as an adult, as a parent, I’m really starting to resent the onset of winter precipitation. I find myself cursing the weathermen when they even hint at a winter storm watch, praying as I lay my head down at night that I’ll wake up to find they were dead wrong.
I’m a work-at-home (most of the time) mom with three kids and to-do list the size of Mount Kilimanjaro. Schedules are important, not just for me but for the kids as well. When nature calls for a shake up, I find myself scrambling to manage the chaos that ensues. I guess that makes the name of my blog a bit like a premonition. It really is the Hills of Chaos, huh?
At the same time, I have to remember that my first priority is to my family, my husband and my kids. Sure, being a mother comes with certain super powers, but controlling the weather is not one of them. The to-do list will have to wait.
On days like this, I have to redefine my idea of productivity. If I can make it to the end of the day without having inflicted intense emotional damage on my children, then I say that’s one successfully productive day.
So enough blogging for now. I think it’s time to build one magnificent fort in the basement. I’m sure my boys will lead the charge.