We're in lockdown mode here at Casa de Screaming Children.
Meaning, we're snowed in.
Not to fret! I have a plan. And no, my plan does not involve digging up potato bugs from the frozen ground and sprinkling them on anything for a little added crunch and protein.
Yesterday, in between cups of cocoa and handfuls of red and green jelly beans, McRae built a fine igloo in the back yard, with the help of his brother and the neighbor boy. They worked for hours, filling an empty recycle bin with snow, packing it down tight, and then stacking the "bricks" on top of each other to create the walls of this igloo.
When the temperature dropped below 20, they were all getting a little cold, so they threw a few sleds on top, packed some more snow on top of that, and called it a day.
This igloo is my survival shelter, in case the power goes out.
I figure that with if the the kids, the dog, and myself stuff our clothes with all the Hot Hands we can find and cram into that igloo, we ought to be just fine.
Don't worry about us, we're okay. Really.
Plus, we have cocoa. Lots of it. Don't tell our neighbors.