Usually when we have a snow day it is really exciting and there is cheering, cartwheels and confetti throwing. But when you have snow day after snow day after snow day . . .
By the eighth snow day my kids’ brains were beginning to atrophy. They were counting bricks in the dining room (there aren’t any) and chasing each other with kitchen utensils, while I was curled up in a little ball in my closet nibbling frantically on chocolate.
We had planned a trip to DC planned this weekend, but because of the snow we didn’t think we’d even be able to get our mini van out of our cul-de-sac. You see, we live at the bottom of a hill where even snowplows dare not go (at least for the fist two days after a storm . . . sometimes more) and we were stuck. Scott would still be going to DC (because he was going for business) in his 4×4 truck, but we would be stuck at home.
Stuck. At. Home.
To humor us Scott tried four times to get the van up the hill to prove that it was hopeless. “There is just too much ice on the road,” he said.
But Sophie was determined. She rounded up her sisters and they all took shovels to the top of the hill. And for the better part of an hour they cleared two tire tracks in the snow.
Five hours later we arrived in Washington, D.C.
We saw the White House. (Free)
The Museum of Natural Science. (Free)
The Library of Congress (Free)
The International Spy Museum (A great hit, but not free.)
And The Red Velvet Cupcakery (Not free but worth it.)
To end our whirlwind 2-day trip we stopped off at the temple.
We saw the model:
And the real thing:
“Did you learn as much as you would have if you had gone to school for those two weeks?” I asked the kids as we drove home.
“More!” They said.
All because a girl and her sisters were willing to shovel.