In an effort to not be The Lamest Mom in the World, I took the kids sledding.
Of course it wasn't until the second to last day of their Mid-Winter Break from school that I started adding up the amount of time they spent in front of the television and I realized they would soon need glasses and anti-seizure meds if I didn't get them away from the screen and out of the house.
I have coworkers who have longer daily commutes to work.
Why can't I take my kids to the snow more than every other year?
In High School, my friend Sierra and I would drive 4 hours to Tahoe in the morning for a day of skiing, and then drive home. We would listen to The Steve Miller Band on the cassette player, and tape signs on the windows of the car for people passing us to see. (We were looking for dates.)
Those were the good old days.
**Note: Sierra was born in the Sierra Nevadas to a couple of Hippie parents. If my memory is correct, they had a dog named Rainbow. Sierra, her parents, her brother, and Rainbow all lived in an old school bus in the parking lot of Alpine Meadows Ski Resort when she was a kid. So Cool. When I met her in high school, her family was living in a gated community in Half Moon Bay.
And then we went home, and I gave myself a gold star (a Hefeweizen) for attempting to not be The Lamest Mom in the World.
(I am purposely leaving out the part where I screamed at the kids to quit the bullshit in the back of the car while I was driving in the snow. Nobody needs to know about those moments in a not-lame mom's day.)
