Hit With a Snowball



Have you ever had “one of those days”? You know... the days where you feel like every which way you turn, you get hit with another snowball? Yesterday was one of those days for me.







It started as soon as my kids dragged me out of bed because they wanted to show me what was happening outside. It was not one of my finer parenting moments because as soon as I saw what was happening, rather than joining in their excitement, a vulgar four letter word may have slipped out instead. 🙊


A thick blanket of snow had covered our entire yard and it was still coming down hard. But I had seen this day approaching in the forecast, and for the first year ever, I thought I was prepared. The night before, I had dug out the big Rubbermade tote I had packed full of winter stuff so carefully back in April. We would be fine; or so I thought.


Turns out NONE of the kids' footwear was in the bin. And NONE of Liam’s winter wear was there either. It has just vanished! And Ethan is now between sizes. So nothing... literally NOTHING I had pulled out and had THOUGHT would be ready... worked.


Then just how the cookie crumbled, due to the PD day which cancelled school for everyone, I had scheduled a HUGE day of therapy sessions in the home. Lets just say thank god they are “essential services” because if not, that TV doctor would have probably tried to give me a fine for hosting an event!


Racing around in the morning trying to clean our shoebox of a house and hide stuff to make more room in the bigger spaces has got to be one of the most stressful parts of my day. And now while this should have made things better, it only made things worse knowing everyone wanted to go outside to play in the snow.


Instead of curling up on the couch and watching it snow with a cup of hot chocolate in my hands, I had to brush off the vehicles and race out to appointments and errands while my kids were preoccupied. And what a mess that was, especially because I haven’t had time to slap my winter tires on yet!


The icing on the cake was when I got back home and flipped on the furnace for the first time. It just blew cold air at me, with little red lights blinking on the control panel. Another unexpected inconvenience and expense just because it had snowed.


I guess what I’m trying to say, is that “if every day is a gift”, then yesterday all I got was a pair of underwear! Sometimes all you can do is smile, move on with your day, hold back the tears and pretend you’re okay. And that’s fine, because tomorrow will be a new day and on the other side of the clouds, is a bright blue sky - with hopefully no more snow.





© 2019 by Dale Allen Berg