When the Storm Won't Let Him Back In
Toronto is buried in snow, the city is shut tight, and my husband hasn’t moved from the window since the first flake fell. A lighthearted winter storm moment we’ve all lived through.
Toronto’s shut tight, the snow’s piled high, and apparently the only thing still stuck outside is… my sense of humour.
January 25th, 2026 decided to remind us why we own snow shovels.
Hello from the snowiest day in recent memory! Toronto and a lot of Ontario were walloped by a massive storm system this weekend, dumping more than 40 centimetres of snow on us. That’s an extreme amount of snow. Enough to build a hockey team’s worth of snowmen.
We're in the polar/vortex-snowmageddon here
So here we are, midwinter in Toronto, where storm warnings come faster than you can say, “I should’ve moved to Vancouver.” My husband hasn’t left the window since the first flake fell. I’m not sure if he’s monitoring the weather or auditioning for a nature documentary.
The roads are a disaster, the sidewalks have disappeared, and somewhere under all that snow is my car. I think. But hey, at least we’re all in this together, watching the world turn white (it’s beautiful, and I love it) while pretending we’re not already planning our escape to somewhere tropical… like Pelee Island.
The truth is, winter storms have a way of making us all a little stir‑crazy. One minute you’re a rational adult, the next you’re standing at the window like it’s the most riveting show on Netflix. No judgment. We’ve all been there.
Stay safe out there, Toronto. Bundle up, check on your neighbours (be kind, and shovel their driveways), and if your husband’s still glued to the window… well, at least he’s entertained.
What’s your snow day survival strategy?
Coffee? Cozy blankets? Sliding down your self-made snowbanks? Tobogganing? Colouring the snow? Pretending the storm isn’t happening? I need new material for the next blizzard.
Share this with someone who’s been glued to their window all day.
