March Break = House arrest

The view from inside our cell

I've almost made it to the end of March Break (It's important to note that in Ontario they do not call it "Spring Break", because it most definitely is not). I'm not sure which group of sadists decided that closing down the schools and all children's activities for a week would be a good idea (cough*TEACHERS!*cough), but someone out there in bureaucrat land owes me one hell of a coffee break. Actually, it's not the "break" that's been wearing on me so much as the fact that we're practically housebound these days because the storm last Saturday really broke the city's collective back, and getting around town is a major headache. Many, many streets (including ours) still do not have their sidewalks plowed, so trying to push a stroller is an exercise in futility. The massive snowbanks have reduced a lot of roads to one lane, and everything from merging to cornering to parking is tricky and risky. Just to park in our driveway I have to drive past the house and reverse into the neighbor's driveway, as there is no longer room to turn in. And it goes on and on. REally, it's better just to stay in. So we're pretty bored these days.

We did manage a few fun activities to avoid going totally stir-crazy during this tedious week of no school, no swimming, no playgroup. We spent a day at Jensen's. We made a snail poster and cast plaster dinosaurs from a kit. We made of it what we could, but damn could we ever use some spring around here.