Day 1 of Winter Storm Jonas: Come home from work, locate snow scraper to place in your car, pour yourself a glass of wine and play Heads Up around the kitchen table with your parents, friends and boyfriend as tiny snowflakes gently fall outside the window. #ADULTING
Day 2 of Winter Storm Jonas, Morning: Wake up to a whiteout of blizzarding snow! Squeal like the 5-year-old girl you actually are. Make a latte, cuddle up to read some blogs and magazines on the couch.
Day 2 of Winter Storm Jonas, Noon: Has it stopped yet? No. Has it slowed down? No. Okay, time for more reading, a few episodes of The Office on the iPad and to change from pajamas to “lounge clothes.”
Day 2 of Winter Storm Jonas, Afternoon: Cabin fever is setting in. The plows have come and gone a few times, but the snow keeps falling, taunting you with every crystal of pristine white fluffiness from hell. Send texts to your boyfriend and friends, is everyone still alive? (Yes.)
Day 2 of Winter Storm Jonas, Evening: CABIN FEVER IS VERY REAL AND THE STREETS ARE A MESS AND SOMEHOW IT IS STILL SNOWING LIKE 4 INCHES AN HOUR AND WE ARE DEFINITELY ALL GOING TO DIE HERE AND DID WE BUY ENOUGH MILK? WAIT, DO WE EVEN NEED MILK? WE SHOULD GO GET MORE MILK, OH WAIT THE STREETS ARE A MESS.
Day 2 of Winter Storm Jonas, Night: Snow has slowed to a light flurry. Pack a bag. Attempt to drive 6 minutes down the road to your boyfriend’s house, become stuck at the end of your driveway. Why didn’t you buy a Jeep with FWD? Oh yeah, money.
Day 2 of Winter Storm Jonas, Late Night: Resignation. Random, happy episodes of the Office to dull the overwhelming feelings of boredom and claustrophobia. Sleep.
(Wait, are you guys tired of this yet?)
Day 3 of Winter Storm Jonas: Coffee, relaxing, and a few chore-ish items as you relish your regained sanity. Pack a bag (don’t you still have one from last night..?) and join your boyfriend and his siblings for sledding adventures, followed by SnowBar construction, homemade buffalo chicken cheesesteaks, hottubbing and a few episodes of Friends before bed. You have survived. Congratulations, lunatic.
Hope your weekend was either similarly ridiculous, or slightly less dramatic! ; )