Snowed In....Stressed Out

Where do I begin? Do I talk about our first snow storm - the one that brought 2 inches of snow and 2 snow days or maybe I should discuss the second bout of snow that brought around 1/2 inch of ice followed by 4 inches of snow and further brought 4 snow days....No, I'll cut to the chase and discuss Snowstorm #3 which brought 24 inches of snow and drifts close to 4 feet tall in my back yard. Here's the positive part of snowmagedon '11

1) I witnessed record breaking snow

2) It was so deep that we couldn't play in it so it has stayed BEAUTIFUL in my yard

3) It's supposed to be gone and in the 60's by next week

4).....I got nothing else

So I've heard talk of cabin fever. I've even thought that I had cabin fever before...until now. I am going crazy. Aaron is out of town. He is in sunny California for 2 weeks (insert ugly comments full of jealousy here). I am out of snow day activities. Had I known we were going to have TEN snow days this year, I wouldn't have made the first 6 so darn special. Now my kids want every snow day to be extra special full of 943 activities, chocolate chip pancakes, brownies, cookies, popcorn and movie, snow ice cream, painting, building forts, playing chase, etc. etc. etc. The past two snow days I have totally flaked as "cool snow day mommy". I.Am.Done. I'm done with snow, I'm done being forced to come up with 943 snow day activities. As we speak, I cannot leave my house - literally....the Grand Caravan does not drive over 3 foot snow drifts at the end of my driveway created by the snow plows. I am claustrophobic, I didn't hit the store because, get this, the weathermen called for 3-4inches (a far cry from the 24" we received), I'm almost out of diapers, I have had no adult face to face contact in 3 days (I like my peeps....I like to SEE them). My mom was supposed to come be an extra set of hands this weekend and she can't get here. My children have become delirious having constant conversations about poop, butts, underarm tooting and other disgusting things that ladies should not discuss.

In conclusion - If I do not get out of this house soon my children are going to find me in the fetal position hiding in the closet mumbling things that make no sense. My kids need to run, I need to have an adult conversation - I think we'll all get along a lot better once we are out of this house.

Are you there, God? It's me, Courtney.....and I need OUT! Peace and Love - Amen!