The woman reached for the bottle of Chardonnay and poured until the golden liquid touched the brim of the wine glass.
A drop splashed out onto the counter top. She absently wiped it up with her pointer finger and brought said finger up to her lips.
The Sound of Music blared in the background for the 3rd time that day. Who even knows how MANY times her children had begged her to put that damn movie on. She lost count after the fourth day of canceled school.
A snow day was fun in theory. Images of pajamas and hot chocolate come to mind. Snuggles and naps only happen on the first day. Then the novelty wears off and cabin fever sets in.
Her children eventually tired of crafts and board games. Their one attempt at playing in the snow had taken a turn for the worst when her son had slipped on the ice and bruised his behind. Her daughter, always sensitive to temperature, had whined the entire time about the freezing cold.
The days had gone from snow day excitement to complete, utter madness.
Conveniently, her husband was away on a business trip in Dubai, leaving her to deal with their stir crazy children.
The woman took a deep drink of her wine, savoring the flavor of her favorite Chardonnay. It was only one in the afternoon but she deserved some relief after the morning she had endured.
Her children had awoken at 5am, starving apparently. They had climbed the counters to serve themselves cereal. Which only SOUNDS helpful. Except, she had walked into the kitchen to find her daughter with a bloody knee and Cheerios covering every inch of her floor.
It had taken all morning to pacify her injured child and clean up the mess. Not to mention the milk spilling off the counters.
Yes, she deserved a bottle of wine. Maybe two.
The woman realized that silence had suddenly settled over her house. She grabbed her wine glass and began searching for her errant children.
She walked into her pristine bathroom to find her daughter calmly applying lipstick to her sons lips. It was her favorite shade of red, a Giorgio Armani tube that ran about $40 a pop. She looked over to her counter and saw her YSL Touche Eclat concealer splattered on the white marble and up the mirror.
"Hi Mommy!" they both giggled in delight.
The woman sighed and drained her glass. She turned around and walked down to the kitchen, reaching for that second bottle of wine.
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