Happy spring! I was supposed to do a 10k run today. Luckily the organisers decided not to go ahead considering the predicted snow fall and -7 windchill.
So in my joyous and deluded state I thought I could enjoy this snow day with my boys. No.1 son begrudgingly had some fun building an enormous snowman, although desperately tried to hide behind contemptuous glares. This was after a lot of coaxing and cajoling and a reminder that he’s only left the house once in the last 5 days (sickness bug and pre-teen lethargy) that he was forced outdoors.
It was all rainbows and unicorns frolicking in the snow, until no.2 son was hit in the face by a rogue snowball whilst his mouth was open and thought he’d swallowed dog piss and grass. In a vengeful and fitful rage that only 7 year olds can fully embrace, he throat punches the snowman with such vigour that it’s head falls clean off and shatters into a puff of despair.
The mood turns very sour very quickly and my family snow day turns into a morning of frustration and regret. #MummysGoingBackToBed#SpeakToDaddy#MummyNoLongerCares#FamilyTime#Overrated#SnowDays#no1son#no2son#SnowBallFights#RaisingBoys