A Snow Day....

Those of you in our area know how long ago I started this post and am just now getting to finish it. Sorry.:(

Monday was a snow day in our little area of Virginia. It only snowed about two inches, but everything shut down. I work two jobs in the education field...one in the community college system and one in a Christian High School. I work six days a week...but thoroughly enjoy it...that coupled with church on the seventh day makes it very rare that I have a day off...a day where I don't have to be any where at any point of time. So, I decided that I would fry chicken for my family. I don't do this often because it takes time and attention to do...you really shouldn't multi-task when frying chicken. It's my family's favorite meal and I hadn't fixed it in over a year for the reason that you will soon discover.

I decided this...before my kids got up. ...before I really thought about how out of hand things can get now that there adult children living at home again...I shouldn't have said anything about what I was thinking.

Once the kids all got up and started txting their friends, my house became grand central station. There wasn't enough snow on the ground to keep over a dozen 20ish kids from coming to my house to play in the snow and have snow ball fights. My oldest child asked if a couple of people could come for dinner...she had made my fried chicken famous among her friends on her myspace and away messages and they really wanted to try it. My son didn't bother asking, he just figured I'd feed whoever was there. I explained that I didn't have enough chicken for that, so my oldest, who has nothing but car insurance to pay for, said, "I'll go out and get more chicken." A half an hour later I had over 10 pounds of chicken to fry and more people than I could count walking through my kitchen grabbing chicken as fast as I could fry it for the next 3 1/2 hours.

Now, don't get me wrong...I love that they sing my praises over this fried chicken and part of me was glad to be doing it, but the outside part of me was standing for 3 and 1/2 hours in front a pan of frying chicken, burnt herself on the last piece and did 3 dishwasher loads of dishes and this is the thanks I got, "Thanks Mrs. H. That really is the best fried chicken ever." from a dozen kids. "Thanks mom," from my three. Matt sat in the floor for an hour singing songs to me and playing the guitar while I did all those dishes. No, he never thought of putting the guitar down and giving me a hand. Was it worth it? ...Maybe....but I'm not doing it again until the next snow day, which in VA may not be for a few years. :)