I am enduring my second snowstorm since moving to the Arctic. Thankfully, this storm, unlike the blizzard of a couple weeks ago, is gently depositing the white stuff in fluffy piles rather than ramming it into the ground.
Quite honestly, I am a little bit disappointed in these Northerners. Based on how much we Southerners are mocked during any "snowstorm", I was under the impression that life carried on as normal up here even if Mother Nature dumped 12 feet of snow on any given city. But no. With just rumors of snow, all of our day's activities were promptly canceled: a much anticipated field trip to the science museum and basketball practices. Plus, I heard someone say schools were closed. The snow did not begin to fall until late afternoon. Northerners are overreactors just like Southerners.
I was at Bed, Bath, and Beyond the other day and discovered they have added an entire section for toiletries. I find that odd. "Honey, will you watch the kids while I drop by Bed, Bath, and Beyond for a box of tampons?" I wonder if I can use the 20% off coupon they send me regularly on a tube of toothpaste.
We started back to homeschool on Monday. It was not a good week. My enthusiasm is waning. Oh, who am I kidding? My enthusiasm got up and raced out the door about 2 months ago.
My husband brought me home something that may renew my enthusiasm. It's a hand-me-down from his company, but second hand or not, I'm tickled pink. It's a little large. Way too large for our dining room. But I don't care because I have a whiteboard!
Oh, and it's still in the car. Did I mention it's oversized? It won't come in through the garage, and we have about 3 inches of snow and more steadily falling on the walkway.
I may have to teach from the car on Monday.
The whiteboard was on my letter to Santa. I acquired the whiteboard because of this conversation:
Mark's colleague: What are you giving Kathleen for Christmas?
Mark: She wants a whiteboard.
Mark's colleague: There's an extra one. Why don't you gift that to her?
Mark's colleagues must think I'm a barrel of laughs.
My one goal this week was to get the laundry completely completed in one day (yeah, I aim high). I failed. Miserably.