Last night I dreamed I went to Thailand, just to pick up a form for something school-related. I had a few high school friends with me, until sea lions in our hotel pool began eating them.
(This is what I get for trying to switch up yoga routines. My dreams are just as vivid, but sometimes a bit less relaxing.)
Well, today is a snow day for the kids. I am completely mystified about that, since there’s really not that much accumulation out there; I know I’ve sent Sam to school in far worse conditions before. I can only think of two reasons for the cancellation:
1) The snowfall is supposed to increase dramatically around noon, and it’s easier to cancel for the day than to send them home early, or
2) Have we even had any snow days yet this year? Maybe those in charge of it were getting antsy for one.
Whatever the reason, I thought it would only put a slight crimp in my routine to have Sam home (Gabe is always home on Tuesdays) – that I could just take both kids with me to the gym instead of one. Sadly, other gym-going folks who had signed their kids up for the kid care room before today decided that snow was a good reason to stay home, and when they all called to cancel, the worker decided not to come in this morning. Boo, hiss! I got them signed up for the afternoon, but I hate running so late. Plus, now I get to listen to them shriek at each other all morning long, whereas if we’d done the gym, by the time we did that and ate lunch, it would have been Quiet Time for Gabe, and things would have been much more peaceful.
Whine, whine, whine. And, according to Sam, “Three minutes until lunch time!” Good to know I’m on a shot clock.
Pffft. It is so not snowing hard enough to cancel school. (It is, on the other hand, snowing quite sufficiently to allow me an extra cup of coffee or two. Maintaining internal core temperature is very important, don’tcha know?)
I live in Northern Kentucky area, and they call off school at even just the hint of snow. They’ve been off two days so far this week. Feelin’ your pain, sister.