The last day the kids went to school was Friday, February 5th. Of the twelve days since then, there have been four possible days that the kids could play outside. That leaves eight days--eight days of unplanned, restricted activity. Cabin fever doesn't begin to describe it.
When the ticker line for school closings started scrolling across the TV screen, there was a state-wide parental groan. "NO!" But it turned out it wasn't so bad. Two hour delays for the rest of the week.
It's difficult when kids are home for even a couple of days. Usually parents fall back on the standbys of mall walking or a trip to McD's. But when the snow is higher than the car fenders, those options are out. That's when tempers flare and the movies are pulled out.
Movies only last so long. I can now quote every line for Shrek, Atlantis, Transformers, Star Trek... yeah, you get it.
Today the kids go back to school. And when the last one is on the bus, parents and caregivers all over the area will breathe a deep sigh, hoist their cups of java, and toast the plow drivers far and wide. Peace at last.