Snow had been forecasted for a few days but where I live it was only meant to be a few hours of it so I tried not to excite myself. I especially kept the weather predictions away from the girls.
I spent most of yesterday peeping out of the window every hour. Checking for those tiny magical flakes of snow falling from the sky. And then it happened. I checked out of our window and there before my eyes was a blanket of snow across the floor, our car and falling quite heavily from the black sky.
I squealed to the girls to check out of their window. Their excited shouts and jumping up and down was just heart melting. I listened to their plans of building snowmen and throwing the fluffy snow at each other in the morning. It made me feel slightly sad if I’m honest and within a few seconds I announced that we’d head outside for some fun now.
The girls were half dressed, it was 6pm and I was wearing a dress. We all hurried round in a bit of a frenzy as if the snow would melt in those desperate seconds. Leggings were put on, socks on, gloves found, their all in one rain coats pulled on and little feet shoved into wellies. We headed out of the door and across the road to the greeny space we love to go in better weather.
P3 was quite little the last time it snowed so this was her first real understanding experience of the ice falling from the sky. There was confusion, excitement and terror all in one facial expression. She ran up and down for a little while, then stopping and seemed a bit taken aback by the snow landing on her face. She ended up going back indoors with Hubby pretty quickly.
I stayed outside with P1 and P2 for much longer. We threw snow at each other, P2 made a snow angel, P1 worked on a cute little snowman and we ran up and down laughing. The UK goes into a bit of chaos whenever there is a slight dusting of snow, but that Thursday evening everything stopped for us but in a good way.
I think I needed that spontaneous adventure into the snow. A chance to be silly, carefree and fun. P2 said to me that I was a fun mummy. Reality of it is that recently, I definitely haven’t been fun at all. I’ve been grumpy and angry. The summer time and when it snows is my favourite parts of the year. I needed the snow to lift my mood a little and bring me back to reality with my girls.
Do you like the snow or do you find it just annoying?