I don’t understand.

We’ve had two snow days. Well, today makes two, technically, as it is only Tuesday, and the snow started on Sunday.

Snow. Blowing. Drifting. Frigid conditions.

The city, the state, is shut down.

Schools closed. Churches closed. Businesses closed.

That I understand.

What I don’t understand are the people who don’t see that as a gift.

The ones complaining that their children are home an extra two or three days. That their husbands are “underfoot.” That the school bus is NEVER COMING BACK.

I don’t understand.

I mean, I get that noise and extra meals and extra dishes and noise and extra activities and laundry can be…what? challenging?

But…

It’s your family. Your husband. The man you love. The man you married.

They are your children.

Don’t you want to spend time with them? Snuggle with them? Play with them? Laugh with them?

I don’t understand.

Maybe it’s because I only have one. Maybe it’s because we so desperately wanted one and fear he will be our only that we try to soak up every single second like it’s our only chance ever to be right here right now experiencing this. Maybe it’s because I’m an introvert and prefer the company of my little family and the confines of my little home to being on the go.

I don’t understand.

Why would you complain so long and so loudly about the absolute blessing that is your life?