I live in Maine. When people think of my state, they often think of two things: lobsters and snow.
When you live in Maine, you need to be prepared for any kind of weather. You never know if it’s going to be shorts weather or snowing. Sometimes, you start the day in shorts and end in jeans and sweatshirt. Or vice versa.
We have 5 seasons here: winter, spring, mud, summer and fall.
You’d think, on the first week of November, we’d be ready for snow.
You’d think we’d have things like winter jackets, snow pants, hats, gloves and boots ready to go.
And we do. We just apparently don’t have any that fit my children.
Thursday morning, when we awoke to a couple inches of snow on the ground, neither one of my boys had boots to wear.
I’d like to say that it was all a surprise to me. That I just didn’t realize how big my boys’ feet were getting or that the mountains of boots in the closet wouldn’t fit.
But, the truth is that we totally knew that G’s boots no longer fit him when we hit the muddy apple orchard a little while back and he ended up having to wear some old sneakers instead. At the same time, we had Biz try on all of G’s old boots and promptly put them into a Goodwill pile. (Biz has huge feet for his age. He can’t wear footy pajamas because of this fact. His feet don’t fit in the footy part, while the rest of the pajamas are swimming on him.)
I’ve lived in New England most of my life. I understand the fickleness of the weather. (Did I just us the word fickleness?)
Heck, it snowed the day before Halloween last year.
I probably should’ve gone out and bought them some boots by now.
I figured one day wouldn’t kill them walking on snow in their sneakers. But school won’t let the kids play in the snow at recess without boots and a snowsuit. (Gotta get one of those too. I’m pretty sure G’s too big for last year’s.) G was relegated to a small paved area in the schoolyard with the other kids whose moms didn’t prepare for the weather.
To make matters worse, G came home and showed me large holes in his gloves.
He survived, of course, but it didn’t exactly make me feel like I’d be winning any mother of the year award this week. Darn those well-prepared moms with their new boot and glove wearing kids on a cold and snowy day.
Guess what we’ll be doing today?
Have you had a mother of the year moment?