Monday was a snow day — a blessing in disguise. A break from the hectic schedule of school, activities, homework. My husband even stayed home…woo hoo…this never happens unless it is a snow day or he is sick. One of the perks of being married to a teacher!
We have talked about taking the kids sledding for a few years now. Several issues have put the kibosh on sledding: (1) for the last two winters we have had barely any snow and (2) our yard is almost completely flat.
In fact, the last time we attempted to sled was 5 plus years ago. I was very pregnant with my son. I was wearing ski pants that I couldn’t zip and an old ski jacket of my husband’s — yep, pregnancy couture, that’s me. Because our yard is flat we walked to the top of the cul de sac and sledded (is this even a word?) on the open space in the neighborhood.
Well, I should say everyone sledded — but me. I attempted to walk up the hill, but fell in a drainage ditch. I fell over and could not get up. Think “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.” I was a beached whale. I righted myself and high-tailed it for home and a hot chocolate.
We even found time to build a snow fort.
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