Snow (Hey, Oh)

The forecast calls for snow, and lots of it.

School was cancelled, which honestly, was a relief because I simply have no internal resources remaining after the last <s>year</s> twelve days with which to constructively manage the early morning tug of war regarding who's going.

So really, dodged a bit of an academic bullet there.

However.

The absence of school means this was day thirteen of school vacation.  THIRTEEN. That. Is a lot of consecutive days playing referee around the clock.  I don't even have a whistle.

A lot of time today was spent doing productive pre-storm things like salting steps, arranging a snow plow for tomorrow, gassing up the family truckster, and washing  Mount Laundry.  We made fajitas, chowder, sandwiches, cupcakes and tea. We watched Modern Family and the children made, and promptly decapitated, a little snowman.  (This is major; their sensory integration issues are so profound, I spent the first  7-9 years of their lives wiping snow off their coats and boots, because it made them weep to have specks on them - and woe betide she who allowed snow to touch their tender skin!)

And there were the bat-crap crazy escalations, meltdowns, freezeouts, and flailing-thrashing-shouting episodes.  All the flappy, tearful, awkward stuff that comes with Autism Spectrum Disorders which most people will TELL you 'all kids go through' but I assure you, it's a whole other brand of kid.   Autism is not a blessing.  It's just how it is, and I accept it and even embrace it.  I embrace it because it's my children's reality, and I love them beyond anything I could impart in words or art or interpretive dance.  But it's not for the faint of heart.  Regrettably, I am faint of heart.  Apparently the Universe didn't get the memo.

So anyway, the blizzard is kicking up and the wind is howling and spitting snow at the house; as long as the power stays on, we'll be fine.  We are well prepared. (Except that *someone* forgot to go buy wine; really?)  Initially, we were due to get 4-6 inches.  Maybe 6-8.  Or...well, 8-10.  Yes.  A foot, max.  Except that it might be 14 inches.

It just went on like that.

The current weather / storm warning for the coastal area is 24" of the freezy white stuff.

I know this isn't riveting stuff but I really do want to hold myself to the goal of writing every day. So bear with me; it's really been a very long 13 days.  Did I mention it's been thirteen days?


Side Note:

Two words I love the sound of - Exculpatory.  Frangible.