Snow days

I am going to take this moment to sincerely apologize to my mother. Snow days are a pain in the butt for the parent who is home for the day with the kids. When I was a child (or more precisely younger than I am now - I rephrase because Cathy calls me a child almost weekly) I would get up at the crack of dawn, suit up for the snow, go outside and play. This would mean that I would get completely soaked to the skin within an hour or two. I would go inside just before frostbite was about to set in and drop all the clothes in the laundry room and expect them to be dried quickly by my mother. I would also expect large quantities of food to be provided for me and my friends. My mother would do all these things, rather quickly, and then we would be on our way outside again. This cycle would be repeated 2 to 3 more times during the day.
My mother can, at this stage in life, take pride in the fact that her grandchildren have returned the favor.