"Snovember 2014"

We were responsible.  We were prepared.  We were ready.

The cars were filled with gas.  I had gotten groceries just a few days prior.  I even had a plan of "family fun" for the monkey children.  We would bake cookies!  Play board games!  Build snowmen and snow forts and have snow ball fights!

We're Buffalo.  This is what we're known for, and it's what we do.  

It's Buffalo.
It Snows.
Deal with it.


Well maybe if you're not getting an entire season's worth of snow within a 3 day span!

I'm sitting here midway through Day 3.  That's 3 days of snow falling.  A LOT of snow.  Where I live, the snow is higher than me.  (okay, I'm all of 5 foot 2 inches, every place has snowbanks higher than me.)

There are travel bans all over - you know, IF you can actually dig your car out and drive somewhere.  Which you can't.  And if you do decide to be one of those few who make your way out into the street against the wishes of the local government officials, where would you go?  Everything is closed.  Or if the business is open, they're low on supply.  Gas Stations are dried up.  Grocery Stores aisles are bare.

The children have been home for all 3 days, and they've already called off school for tomorrow.  We haven't baked cookies, we've played one board game that resulted in an argument, and you can't build snowmen in a yard where the snow is up to your {ahem}, and the wind chill makes the snot freeze at the end of your nose.  

I'm going back and forth between being snarky, being the crazed mom, and being able to do nothing but laugh at the insanity of the position we're in.  

They say that by this time tomorrow the snow band will have shifted and we'll be able to dig ourselves out for good.  

It's like holding your breath waiting for Christmas to arrive.

Buried in Buffalo,