Snow days can be fun for the whole family, but NOT if you have too many of them consecutively.  Everything in moderation, mind you!

As I recently spent another full week of being stranded in my home with my beautiful children – who I might add were sick the majority of the time – I discovered all humans can be driven to the point of desperation, which includes a frantic search for the trap door in your laundry room.

Why in all the years of parenting, did no one think of this?  An escape door which lets you float gently into a Jacuzzi filled with lavender water and an adult beverage within reach.  Calgon has nothing on massaging bubbles and a Flirtini, garnished with a pineapple wedge! But I digress…

[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvE65VOcAL0]

Even the most patient of parents can’t handle being locked up with their children for a week without a single opportunity to run an errand or have a play date.  When the kids are hacking up their lungs and there is near a foot of snow on the ground, most parents keep the little ones indoors to heal. I am embarrassed to write, I now can easily see how the minority of parents just push the bundled-up-tots out the door with a box of Kleenex crammed into their pockets! But I’m a nurse, so I stood tall and proud at the germ infested bedsides of my little angels.

Now when our clever family virus was properly incubated, it decided to take down the Queen of the abode. I preventively had been scrubbing down all flat services, washing my hands like a heart surgeon, and sanitizing my children in the hot water cycle with a double rinse and a spin dry on high (NOTE:  Do NOT try this at home) – and to no avail, Mama got the slimy nose bug.  No photos will be included.

So once again the children and their mother are out of commission, and who can spell CRANKY?

Hubby…as always is just fine and healthy; so I wave adieu to him as I imagine him singing Heigh-Ho, Heigh Ho, and off to work he goes. Meanwhile, I’m stuck with the soggy Kleenex and repeated sprays of cough remains on my face.

Now when one is wound up on cold medicine, several things come to mind and this time a pivotal question rang through my head.

Would you rather be stranded in your home with your kids for a week of snow days or be  stranded alone on a deserted island indefinitely?

I am not going to announce my vote on this perplex issue, for not to forfeit my parental rights.  But ask yourself this question, while you are stranded on that peaceful island, wouldn’t you miss your kids terribly?