Kansas City had one of the worst blizzards in it’s history.
How did we cope? Fine. We’re a young, healthy family that lives in the midwest. You get used to it.
But I did learn a thing or two being stranded inside our home for several days:
1. The age of your child is never a guarantee for a full nights sleep.
Kate slept great this whole week. Took great naps. Went to bed early. Woke up at 7:30 am everyday. Emma got a terrible cold and was up most of the night, in our bed, for the past 4 nights. Coughing, sneezing, drooling…Similar to my cold I had a few weeks ago. Definitely wore us down being up several hours each night.
Really, this statement is completely true now that I think about it. There have been several St Patty’s Days that I’ve called my dad at 3:00 am just to ask how much Irish I am. I always seem to forget.
2. You will forever and always have unconditional love for your child.
Kate had a small cough for like a day. Every time she would cough, she would get phlegm in her mouth. She would hold it in her mouth. Reach for my hand and spit it out. Oh yes, she did. There is not one single person on earth I would do that for (except Emma). I still shutter thinking about it. She really didn’t give me a choice in the matter anyway.
3. When times get rough, the whole family needs to make sacrifices.
We knew we were going to be stuck in our home for a few days. I sent Scott to get groceries before the storm hit. I forgot to mention that we needed toilet paper. We went 2 days with 2 rolls of toilet paper. I don’t know how we did it. It’s possible to frighten a 4 year old into saving as much TP as possible by telling her she won’t have anything to wipe with. It’s actually really scary, if you think about it. Paper towels are awful.
4. Sometimes it’s just better to roll with the punches.
Our house will be on the market in 2 weeks. I have been really busting my booty getting the clutter out, deep cleaning, fixing any blemishes, touching up paint, moving boxes into storage. I was going up the stairs yesterday. I noticed that there was a big “Emma” written on the wall. I asked Emma who colored on the wall and she looks at it–thinks for a second, probably realizing she can’t blame Kate here–and says she did it. I didn’t say a word to her, didn’t yell at her. I actually laughed. I was 80% annoyed and 20% humored. Again, today. Scott told me he heard Kate scratching the wall. He went over to tell her to stop scratching and he saw she was really coloring on the wall with a ballpoint pen.
I am very much considering throwing every marker, crayon, pen and pencil at the girls and letting them at it on one of the walls. Get all their desires of drawing on the walls out. Then just paint over it right before we put the house up for sale. And hide everything that remotely has to with art. I could see this backfiring greatly. I’m still thinking about it.