It's quiet here, this morning. Too quiet.
I miss my troops. All of them.
Never mind that the FIVE days having them home (three snow days and the weekend) were busy, crazy and LOUD.
We had fun.
I cooked constantly. Those kids can EAT!
Bread and cinnamon rolls.
Chicken noodle soup.
Chocolate chip cookies.
More cinnamon rolls.
And countless eggs, sandwiches, fruit smoothies and bowls of oatmeal.
Not the mention the laundry.
For some reason, the fact that they weren't in school caused the laundry to explode. Which makes no sense at all considering the fact that they wore their pajamas the majority of the time.
Out into the snow. . . back in the house. . . out in the snow. . . back in the house.
It was a full time job to feed them and keep up with the laundry.
And the dishes that never ended. . .
But we had a great time. We watched the entire first season of Columbo. We watched "Faith Like Potatoes" and some movie about love that I can't remember the name of. We watched "Song of the South" and countless "Dirty Jobs" episodes on Netflix.
And three of the nights? A big "Snow Day Slumber Party" in the Living Room.
On Friday morning, when we woke up to a blanket of white - Little Man exclaimed, "It's Trismas!" How sweet is that?
I cleaned a bathroom or two and washed some of the sheets - but mostly, we just relaxed. We drank hot chocolate and Chai tea and popped lots of popcorn.
There's still LOTS of snow, outside. I'm only hoping I can get our big van out to pick up the kids this afternoon. Once I get out of the neighborhood I'll be OK. But watching the Coach help 5 or 6 cars that got stuck on our street, yesterday, doesn't give me a lot of confidence.
But for now? Quiet. Only two kids. Less laundry. Less food. Less of everything.
I'm missing those snow days, already.