Thursday, January 18, 2007

for the love of...

Raise your hand if you've ever felt like screaming. Running away from home? How about sticking your head in an oven? Suddenly I'm feeling far more empathetic with Sylvia Plath - maybe her kids were home for seven snowy days in a row.

Apparently I am living in a frozen tundra because our district still thinks it is far too treacherous here to have kids at school. Oh wait, people in frozen tundras go to school. Weird. I get that some roads are still a little slushy, maybe slightly icy, but our Honda got us to a diner and back last night with no trouble. Even after a freezing night, I'm confident a 25,000 pound vehicle with chains could safely rumble onto my street and take my children away today. Just for a few hours, that's all I'm asking - a late start would be fine! Just...for...a few...hours.

It's not that I don't love my children, of course I do - they get lots of hugs, kisses, cocoa with little marshmallows, vaccinations. It's not that I can't think of things to do with my children - we have baked, played games, read stories, I even participated in a snowball fight (really more of a skirmish, actually, but still - I was engaged!) It's just that I need some alone time, that's all. Me, alone with my tea & magazines & online trivia. And screeching this to my unsuspecting kids as they gleefully chase each other through the house at ear-bleeding volume is not okay. At least, it hasn't been before. We'll see how today goes.