This past week, the Midwest suffered a polar vortex, and school was canceled on Wednesday. Ali and I take turns watching the girls on snow days, and I was up. Snow days aren’t bad. Bundle them up and toss them outside for some snowy fun. But a polar vortex day? No one could go outside; even the dogs were limited to five minutes at a time. Three girls and two dogs in the house ALL DAY? That is the stuff nightmares are made of.
Story had the great idea to make it into a sleepover, so no one would have to get up early the next day. Excited to stay up late, the girls grabbed their stuffed animals and piled up on the bottom bunk. I tried to read a book, thankful to have the bed to myself for a change, but kept getting distracted by their giggles. I couldn’t help but laugh along with them. By eleven, there was only silence.
Maddie was the first up the next day, and I awoke to her little face in mine: “Good morning, beastie.” This is my pet name for her, but she has recently turned it back on me. It makes my heart happy.
Story and Maddie just couldn’t help themselves and woke Riley up before she was ready. After breakfast and the grumpiness, the girls set about bringing everything from Story’s room down to the living room. Story has a lot in her room, and this kept them busy for a good part of the morning.
I hid away in the office to work on some articles. Surprisingly, I only got a couple of “I’m bored”s. Even more astonishing was the fact that the day was deemed technology-free, and I received only one pouting session and a little bit of whining. And, all three girls ate their lunch. Honestly, I don’t know who these girls were.
Though, Riley fell down the stairs three times, Story played the big sister role by breaking up disagreements and being overly bossy, and Maddie tried to talk me into letting her watch scary shows. So maybe I did get a little glimpse of the normal throughout the day.
There are plenty reasons to fear a polar vortex, but a Polar Vortex Day is no longer one of them.