Snow Days: March Edition

The snow is back.  It's both incredibly frustrating and intensely magical.  I mean, we'll be in school forever at this rate, but by then MDG should be sleeping better and there will be more sunlight so I think I'm ok with that.

But seriously, this is a lot of snow.  And ice.  I'm starting to think it's an elaborate ploy by Disney to get us to keep wanting to see and listen to Frozen.  Which, if so, is totally working.  I'm such a musicals junkie.

Today, however, is day four of my weekend/snow day March edition.  Yesterday J-Man got to stay home from his first day at his new job and we were super productive.  We finally hung some things in the nursery.  We cleared out the drawers of 0-3mo items and switched to all 3-6mo stuff.  I didn't even cry putting away things that no child of mine will ever wear again. They're just folded and sorted until friends/family can put them to good use.

In an effort to keep up productivity, today I've done more than one load of laundry, and even folded it without anybody shouting "clothes" and pulling all the piles out of the basket/off the table onto the floor.  And that, dear friends, is because both my babies have been napping for over an hour simultaneously.

We've had simultaneous naps before, but rarely this long.  It's fabulous.  I'm so excited I can't even sleep.  Instead I've folded (obviously), plucked my eyebrows, eaten Girl Scout cookies without having to hide or share them, and even started writing this blog.  Time will tell if I get to finish it too.  Breathing patterns are suggesting yes.

I know stay-at-home-mom isn't for me, but days like this do trick a girl.  Sleeping in til 7am having only nursed twice during the night?  Simultaneous naps?  Cookies?  Throw in a shower and this could be heaven.  Ha, you knew showering would've been asking too much, right? We'll try for tonight.

So we'll see what happens when everyone's up and hungry and rested and ready to burn energy one way or another.  Maybe we'll clean off the car? Bake cookies?  Or will it be meltdowns and competitions for mama's arms and lap and comfort?

Who knows... Until then I think I'll drink more soda, watch a non-animated, uneducational tv show, and avoid flushing the toilet to keep this miracle going even longer.