Ramblings of a Semi-Crunchy Mama

Monday is Billy's late night of the week. He leaves by seven and doesn't return home until after nine, which makes for a very long day for both of us, especially when I work a Sunday night which I have done the last two weeks. I get off work at 7:30 and get home by 8, which means by the time he gets home Monday night I have not laid eyes on him for over 24 hours. Yeah, it stinks.

Well since we live in the arcitc circle also known as Ohio, we have been pounded by winter storms the last 2 weeks leaving a large quantity of snow on the ground and more beautiful snow started falling today. We are estimated at getting up to 8 more inches before this storm is over.

EIGHT. MORE. INCHES.

Enough said. Our awesome childcare provider is a 17 year old homeschooler we met at our church. She is wonderful and the kiddos adore her. The only problem with our current situation is the fact that she is, well, 17 and when the roads are snowy or icey her parents won't allow her to drive the distance to our house. Understandable. So at noon today she woke me up with the sad news that I would have to peel back my eyelids and stumble down stairs to watch my own kids. The blizzard had started and she was leaving to go home.

GRRRREAT.

So after working 12 hours and getting 3 1/2 hours of sleep I trapsed myself downstairs to the rugrats. Thankfully our sitter had them at the table eating lunch so no effort was required of me on that one. Naps came a little earlier than normal but the day carried on as usual. And I even managed to make a real dinner - something I usually don't do on Monday nights when it's just me and the kids. Bill came home to a mountain of snow in the driveway which he is currently shoveling in spite of his extreme exhaustion and while Ava should be nestled in her bed, she is acting silly nilly on the floor with her best bud Brownie.

Mondays are hard around here, but the good thing about Monday is that its followed by Tuesday - a new day after a nice night of sleep. Ahhh. Sleep.