I LOVE All This Snow!!!

Dear Reader-

Okay- Before you all say, "She's crazy!" Let me explain why I LOVE the snow...today anyway.

With my Super Hubby in school for the past five years, we rarely (and I mean rarely) have what most Americans would consider a normal weekend. I think (correct me if I'm wrong) weekends are suppose to be for sleeping in, lingering breakfasts with two cups of coffee, enjoying family, watching TV, house projects, yard work, recreation, church, time with friends, etc.

I do not exaggerate when I say that I cannot remember the last time our young family has had one of the all-American weekends. If I had to guess, I would probably say over a year...at least. You see (and I do not wish to evoke sympathy or a sense of woe), our days are filled; filled to overflowing with all kinds of demands. With four young children to tend to and school papers and projects piled one on top of another, not to mention a 188 year-old home to renovate, we just can't seem to manage a normal weekend.

Like most days, our weekends are usually flights of flurry (as I like to call them), where we zoom from one thing to another to another to another...just to keep things afloat. Super Hubby and I have become Professional Plate Spinners. With too many plates to count, we just keep rotating from one thing right on to the next. We have to keep moving at a pretty swift pace in order to keep all those plates spinnin'! But spin we must (at least for this season anyway). Sure we drop a few plates here and there...purely unintentional. When plates do drop, it is usually the result of another plate taking just a bit more effort to keep it moving. Eventually, we pick up the broken plates, mend them and get them spinnin' again. On to the next plate!

Getting back to my original topic, I LOVE the mountains of snow we're getting this weekend. Inch after inch of heavy, ice-laden snow piling high in every North Country driveway, plows constantly on the move...and nowhere to go! Yeah! Normalcy...for once!!!

This weekend has been deliciously normal; breakfasts together, lunches together, a little cleaning, a bit of laundry, stories, shoveling snow, even a friend over for a visit. It's all been so normal; no thrills, no bells, no whistles. Just us, shut up inside the house enjoying our cozy, snow-surrounded lair-for-a-day (except when Super Hubby had to go out to one of the rental houses to fix a water leak for a couple of hours). I wish every weekend were this leisurely...can't wait till next year!

Celebrating the wonderful effects of too much snow,

Sarah D.