Snowing in My Living Room

Have you ever walked into a situation and it’s so crazy that your brain cannot process it at first. Well, since having kids this experience has become a common occurrence in my life. One night I had gone out to pick up Swiss Chalet and while I was bringing it into the house I slipped and fell on the driveway. If you know me at all this level of klutziness will not surprise you..... make you chuckle a bit, but not surprise you. Anyways, my husband saw me go down and came out to help me leaving the “monsters” I mean the boys in the house alone....for all of 1.5 freaking minutes. I mean how much trouble could the boys cause in 1 minute and thirty seconds? With us right outside the house on the driveway? A WHOLE LOT OF TROUBLE!!! As my husband and I came into the house we were greeted by a sight that still gives me chills when I think about it. It was snowing....SNOWING!!!! in my living room. The boys were twirling around in the living room staring up at the SNOW falling from the ceiling with giant grins on their faces. It took me about a full thirty seconds to figure out what the hell was going on. I mean had the laws of physics been temporarily suspended in my house? Was a magical snowman going to pop up and grant us a winter wonderland wish? When I finally figured it out, the only thing that went through my mind was Oh My God!!!! How in the #$^%^*&%^*$%^&*#%^*&#@@@#$^% am I going to clean this up? That was quickly followed by I am going to #$^%^&*^(*$%^*#%^$#@^ kill them! The boys had opened the wood fire place, scooped up handfuls of cold ashes, and thrown them in the air!!!!!!!! There was a coating of ash on everything. My house literally looked like Pompeii, after the volcano blew and the boys looked like two little diapered chimney sweeps. For those of you who have no experience with ash, it looks like pretty snow in the air but the second it touches anything it leaves a black greasy smear that is a pain in the ass to wipe clean. Needles to say it took us hours and hours to clean up the mess but I learned a really important lesson: “Don’t get mad, get pictures!”