This is what it looks like outside our house right now:
This is the sort of thing that deeply disturbs me about this climate. Yesterday I was doing yard work in a short sleeved shirt. Today, I woke up to large, weighty, accumulating snowflakes.
The chicks spent the day in their pajamas. Everyone was crabby and uninterested in the usual indoor activities. Out of desperation, I made Bojey this "slot" toy--a basket with a piece of paper taped around it with a slit (reinforced with packing tape) cut into the top with an exacto knife. Her job was to press poker chips into it. Using a slot machine is an important life skill, right?
While I attempted to cook dinner and the chicks played with their lentil bin, my neighbor downstairs called and told me to look out the window at her kids. I peeked, and there they were, under the falling snow, playing in the mud--literally covered from head to toe, like mud wrestlers, slipping and sliding all over the place. Enter the cause of the mommy guilt I am feeling right now: while I could have gone into the basement to take out the packed-away snow pants and winter coats and allowed my dirt and mud-loving children to join in, I instead quietly backed away from the window and pretended there was nothing to report. We're still in the middle of our spring cleaning week (dragged out from my original intended weekend), and I can't bear the thought of making even more work for myself right now. Not my best mommy moment, but I'll blame it on the weather...