Or maybe not. Maybe the students will have been so bored at home that they are anxious to get back to school. (One can dream, right?)
In the Lipstick household we ended up being out of town for a significant part of the blizzard, which meant we didn't go quite so stir-crazy as the rest of you. We had two different settings to sled, sip hot chocolate, chase each other around like maniacs, and fight over wearing the same PJs for days in a row.
In a moment of brilliance (or, eh, insanity, but those two are so closely linked) right before the snow hit I ordered a blow-up wading pool and balls for a ball pit. We've done this in the past but our previous wading pool had popped and we needed new balls. The new balls were the key to this because they arrived at our door in a massive box. A massive box just begging to become a little house.
My children have played with the ball pit a bit, but spent most of their pajama-clad snow day time inside the box.
|Four year old tries to keep one year old in one place...|
|It's a house! It's an art table!|
|Windows are obviously for climbing through|
|I'll just sit here and sip my coffee since both my children are nicely situated inside the box.|
Love! And we know all about ball-pit regret.
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