Welcome to yet another day of “Wintry Mix” in north Texas. Which means no school. Which means cramped spaces. Which means personal space invasion. Which means screaming.
In our state, there’s a phrase we often hear, “Don’t Mess with Texas.” Today, in our house, my kids knew the phrase as “Don’t Mess with Mamma!” They tried. They failed.
Naturally, I was on the phone when WWIII erupted, names were yelled, insults (along with a shoe or two) were hurled. A couple kids were separated and required to spend a some time “thinking”… one in his room, the other in mine.
After I concluded my conversation that I’m certain solved most of the world’s problems, I headed up stairs to discuss the attitudes and actions of my house-bound culprits (and I mean house bound… the wind chill is below zero. Give us 100+ degrees and we’re good. Go below zero and we don’t know which way to turn.) I walked into my room – all ready to life-lecture and what did I see??…
If you’re incredibly bored… take at peek at what we do when overcome by boredom… and a shrinking house!
Thanks for walking the road with me.