The First Snow of Proper Adulthood

Published by Nikki on

I have always loved snow, I’ve always had the luxurious side of it, I’ve been on ski holidays where its thoroughly embraced and even when we’ve had it here in the UK I’ve welcomed it with open arms ready for a good old fashioned snow day, going sledging, building snowmen, snuggling up with hot drinks and treats that type of thing, you know the classic romcom style of a snowday? Well that was me, except, I haven’t had proper snow for the last 4 years, which means I’ve not had any since becoming a parent, I have now come to realise a lot changes when you are a parent of small people and it snows….. This is my diary of the past week….

Day 1;

Snowflakes start falling in the daytime but nothing properly settles still you’ve seen the weather forecast it’s finally looking good for some proper snow, finally you can break out the sled you bought pre-christmas in the hope of snow and you can show the kids the majesty of it. It starts to properly snow in the evening and you get excited, you drag your hubby to the window to watch it with you, you write about your excitement on Facebook, part of you is a little sad, as pre-child you would have been out playing with it at night but it doesn’t matter because tomorrow you’ll get everyone out the house  EARLY and you’ll have a grand old day in the snow.

Day 2;

You wake through the night to check the snow situation, when your toddler runs into the bedroom; you excitedly lift her up to the window to show her the magic and she, equally excitedly declares we need to build a snowman and daddy must get out of bed! You get downstairs and chuck some sausages in the oven for a good hot breakfast and go back to get showered leaving the hubby to feed the kids, you also dig out your old ski thermals and get the hubby in the loft to dig out your ski suit so you can truly make the most of it, your husband comments he has never seen you get ready this quickly, you decide it’s best not to ruin snowday by getting arsey. By the time the hubby is showered and dressed (not as quicly as I, I’d like to point out) and the kids are all dressed, the baby starts lagging, this means she needs a nap, this is going to throw everything off, so the hubby suggests you go for a walk round the block with the toddler to assess the roads, great idea! You’ll take the dog too as it’s his first experience of snow as well. Your toddler excitedly climbs into the sled outside and you realise the rope is extremely short so you stoop at a weird angle so you can pull her along, meanwhile the dog is going mad on the lead like the snow is cocaine and is pulling your other arm out of its socket, no matter though because round the corner is a quiet path you can let him off the lead for a few minutes to burn off his energy.

All is going well, until you reach the end of the quiet back path and you need to leash the dog again, he keeps running off ahead because your toddler has decided she would prefer to walk in the snow and admire her tracks which means our quick 5 minute walk is already about 15 minutes long and we’re only halfway. As you round the corner the dog bolts off and runs right into the road because everything is white and despite us having done this walk so many times before he has lost all road sense in the snow, luckily there are no cars on this bit of road so you scream “PUMMMMBBBAAAAAA” like a banshee until he reluctantly returns and you quietly curse him while putting him back on the lead. Your toddler has now decided it would be the best time to just stop and poke every single snow covered leaf ever, as you cheerily try and cajole her on or into the sled, she is having none of it so you oh-so patiently feel yourself get frostbite as she slowwwwly makes progress, we are now only 5/8ths of the way round, whilst waiting yet again for the toddler you watch as two cars almost crash into one another and then stop to argue with each-other and wonder what happened to jollyness in the snow? Your toddler has now decided she cannot walk nor can she ride in the sled and you must carry her, your two year old that is actually nearer the size of a four year old….So you holster her on one hip, sled on the other with the dog lead slicing your wrist in half as the dog tries to greet every single person out. You finally see home, you convince the toddler to walk the last stretch and you can go and make a snowman on the patio when you get in, as you envision yourself taking a backseat sipping hot chocolate as she and daddy make beautiful memories while you maybe take the baby out to make a snow angel. You are greeted back home by daddy at the front door, the baby is still asleep and the snow has mysteriously melted from the patio so why not go make a snowman on the hill in the middle of the street. Off you go, and you managed to convince the toddler to go down the tiny hill a couple of times in your lap on the sled before she demands the snowman, except she doesn’t want to build it, oh no, mummy must build it, she must project manage. So you message your parents asking if they want to come and join as you set to make this poxy bloody snowman.  After what feels like half an hour since your mum said they’d be over you give up on the snowman and check your phone to see where they are because you want to go in and get warm, it has been 6 minutes since said text….just as you message your mum you see them walking down the street. I will admit we did have some fun with Maisie in the sled with Nanna and Gog, before calling it quits and going home with the bribe of hot chocolate. The baby is still asleep. By this point the magic of snowday was over, the baby has missed it, but maybe tomorrow you can try again.

Poxy Snowman

Day 3;

Apart from a small dusting not much snow has laid, you decide you should just stay in and make the most of a quiet lazy day, who wants to go out in this weather anyway?!

Day 4;

The husband is back at work, as are your parents, it’s too cold and icy to go out, you and the kids are getting tetchy.

Day 5 or possibly 3827, it feels like its been forever;

Just fuck off snow, why is it snowing again?! The council have cancelled the bin collections because its too dangerous and will now not collect until the next one in a fortnight, meanwhile your bin is beginning to overflow with nappies. Playgroup has been cancelled, everything is cancelled. It’s snowing even heavier, and you fear you will never feel the warmth of a spring day again. You and your best friend also with a toddler message about how the snow is terrible. Later another amazing friends drops over and saves your sanity by spending a couple of hours catching up with you, talking about grown up stuff whilst simultaneously playing with your kids who adore her, you could kiss her for saving your sanity.

When you fall out the sled but GOG hasn’t noticed and is still running…shouldn’t laugh….

Day 6;

What’s that bright thing in the sky? Is that the sun? My goodness it’s glorious, the playroom isn’t a freezer, its just slightly cool and you can let the kids play in it, the snow and ice start melting, just in time as you really need to do a food shop, luckily your hubby is home as he’s switching to nightshift so when the kids go down for naps you pop to the shops to do a big shop, you are instantly filled with fear when you struggle to park, when you reach the supermarket you realise you have entered hell, such is the chaos you have to check your calendar that 9 months haven’t passed already and it’s not actually Christmas eve.  Several items aren’t in the shop due to delivery problems with the weather, a man tries to walk off with your trolley and there are children screaming all around you, granted they’re not your kids which makes it marginally better but it’s still a lot of crying.

Day 7;

The snow and ice is almost completely gone, you take the kids to your parents for a full English before heading out to a garden centre with your mum and the kids, you have a wonderful time and you tell your mum all about how you realise now you are a mum, which means you’re sort of a responsible adult now, the snow is actually terrible.


I realise having written this that *hopefully* when the girls are older snow days will be slightly more enjoyable, well hopefully the first day at least. Parents of older kids please tell me it becomes a bit more enjoyable again, even if it’s shortlived?!

How did you fare in the snow this week?


My name is Nikki, I am a Mombie, I first became a mombie in Jan 2016 and have doubled my mombie-like state since then. I'm a mum of two girls, a husband (because let's face it they're an extra child) and a mental dog.