Day Three. Things are getting worse. No schedules to follow, no time constraints, nothing to keep us focused and alert. We're losing our edge and perhaps even (shudder) our minds.
We've thus far resisted resorting to cannibalism, but I'm not sure how much longer we can hold out, especially since THE BOY has been exceptionally surly and tasty-looking. Surly does not always equal tasty, but at this point we're willing to risk it.
No school again, for obvious reasons. With six days off, we fear the need will arise for all of them to repeat their current grades as the memory of their current studies will have evaporated, thus pushing back our entrance into The Empty Nest Club. Not that we're looking forward to it. Much.
The food drop via hunky-air force-type males has not materialized. We were forced to buy pizza. It wasn't the same, but it staved off our hunger long enough for us to realize that perhaps The Boy wasn't as tasty as we'd previously thought him to be. We've decided to leave him alone for the time being, which won't be difficult as he's not speaking to us anyway. Apparently he's upset because we value money for college over money for dirt bikes. Yes, we're being unreasonable as usual. It's who we are. We are The Mean Parents. We are Here To Make Him Miserable, and of course We Are Not Rich Like Other Parents.
It's a burden, but one we're willing to bear.
We lost the littlest ones in a snowbank today. I'm sure we'll find them in the spring thaw. They'll be fine as they have their MP3 players with them to keep them company and fruit snacks in their pockets.
My husband has fled the state and gone southto Portland for the winter. Personally, I think he should have been aiming for much further south where it's at least warm.
I'll write more as my Snow Hostage saga continues into the weekend and beyond.
Rescue will not come until Tuesday. Pray for me people. Pray hard.
We've thus far resisted resorting to cannibalism, but I'm not sure how much longer we can hold out, especially since THE BOY has been exceptionally surly and tasty-looking. Surly does not always equal tasty, but at this point we're willing to risk it.
No school again, for obvious reasons. With six days off, we fear the need will arise for all of them to repeat their current grades as the memory of their current studies will have evaporated, thus pushing back our entrance into The Empty Nest Club. Not that we're looking forward to it. Much.
The food drop via hunky-air force-type males has not materialized. We were forced to buy pizza. It wasn't the same, but it staved off our hunger long enough for us to realize that perhaps The Boy wasn't as tasty as we'd previously thought him to be. We've decided to leave him alone for the time being, which won't be difficult as he's not speaking to us anyway. Apparently he's upset because we value money for college over money for dirt bikes. Yes, we're being unreasonable as usual. It's who we are. We are The Mean Parents. We are Here To Make Him Miserable, and of course We Are Not Rich Like Other Parents.
It's a burden, but one we're willing to bear.
We lost the littlest ones in a snowbank today. I'm sure we'll find them in the spring thaw. They'll be fine as they have their MP3 players with them to keep them company and fruit snacks in their pockets.
My husband has fled the state and gone south
I'll write more as my Snow Hostage saga continues into the weekend and beyond.
Rescue will not come until Tuesday. Pray for me people. Pray hard.
I'll save ya........hang on....
ReplyDeleteSnow....cold.....hmmmmmm.... I'm gonna need some time to think about this........
Stay warm...........
hugs n cuddles........
You're supposed to save me!!
ReplyDeleteYou said I burnt the barbie...!
ReplyDeleteGeez
Anyone would think we were married!
Ya still get the cuddles ........
looks pretty though doesn't it
ReplyDelete::ducks and runs::
Brrrrrr.
ReplyDeleteStill having temperatures in the teens. Roads are icy. And it's not as pretty on day four as it was on day one. Funny how that works, eh?
i'll pray and pray often
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