Amanda Lamb: Snow haze

OK, I admit, I can’t really feel your pain.

While you were entertaining a house full of wound-up kids during this second round of snow days, I was working. But I have gathered enough anecdotal information from my girlfriends to know that mothers in the Triangle are ready for springtime.

“It was all the wet clothes,” my one friend told me, her eyes tired, hair falling around her face from her loose ponytail, still in the sweats she put on at 7 a.m. She gestured to the front hallway littered with jackets, scarves, mittens and boots. “They are everywhere, just piles and piles of them. I keep throwing them in the dryer but they just kept multiplying.”

“The eating, definitely the eating,” another friend told me weary of preparing meals for large groups of hungry kids just in from sledding cobbled together from whatever she happened to have in the refrigerator prior to the storm. “They just keep eating.”

And for those mothers who tried to work from home during the snow days, that was nothing but a fantasy conjured up by a manager who has never spent multiple snow days home with children who demand to be fed every few hours and leave a trail of wet clothing in their wake.

So, again, while I was working long hours and subsiding on junk food, you, my sisters, had a much bigger battle to fight on the home front. Dads, kids, give your mothers a break this week and say a prayer that spring is on the way …