I don't do well when I am housebound. As of today, I have not left my house for four days. Yes, four days with three kids (who have also been housebound) you get the idea. One of the main reasons that I haven't gone anywhere is the insane amount of the white crap that decended since late Saturday. By some estimations, we have received 40 centimeters (almost 16 inches) of snow. Makes driving in these parts just stupid, so I don't go anywhere. At our old house we lived on a bus route, so at least we could get out of the driveway. Up here, there are no plows on our street, so it makes for interesting navigation (translation - lots of sliding and praying) to get to the main roads. Every time I get in the car and have to tackle snow I am reminded of the time when I was 16, driving a V8 Chevy in a blizzard and learing in a hurry that "hitting the breaks" does not translate into stopping. Best physics lesson EVER.
The kids have had a blast though. As much as it is a royal pain in the ASS to get them dressed to go outside, I know that they will stay out there for hours, so it is all well worth it.
Being housebound has also forced me to get a bit creative with cooking - creative because my dumb ass didn't do the greatest job of making sure we had enough of the staples in the house. Of course who knew that we would have so much bloody snow - but I digress. When your three year old only eats about five things in the whole world, and you run out of two of them, one resorts to desperate measures. I actually baked bread and managed to convince him that the world would not come to an end if he didn't have a glass of milk - is there such a thing as white food colouring?