Let it snow! (Just not on my driveway, please)
Today is a snow day.
For the first time in years, the school board around here has wised up to the fact that 30-40cm of snow in a 24 hour period does not make for a solid educational day. It makes for snow-filled boots and whiny, cold children and their even whinier parents who have to brush (or on a day like today, practically shovel) the snow off their cars in their fashionable, non-practical outerwear in order to drive their otherwise bus-stranded kids to school where said kids will be taught by half the teaching staff and thus make crafts for most of the day anyway.
Today, the first day in at least three or four years, the school board decided to call a snow day. Not two minutes after seeing it announced on a local channel ("This just in," the anchorman said) I received a call from Intrepid's resource teacher, whom I am doing the brief babysitting stint for. She said she needed time to do a celebratory dance before calling to inform me that I needn't expect her daughter today.
I needn't expect her daughter, but I doth expect some coffee. And coffee I had, as my Higher Power gifted me with a husband who thinks along the same lines and brewed some for our stay-at-home asses. I'm staying at home and doing laundry and watching kids and blogging. He's staying home to work from the office, as it just so happens that I have my second appointment with Theramistress today. I shall pick up coffee from the disgruntled Tim Hortons employees who had to go in despite the weather so they can serve spoiled people like me who don't have to leave the house until early afternoon and then only so someone can listen to them complain.
This just in: Spawnling is still hosting a party of snot in his nose. Nice.
Not really.
It's disgusting and it needs to stop now. We're on day 10 now. Aren't these things only supposed to last about ten days? Why is this one lasting longer? Why am I being cursed with snot-encrusted shirts? Why must I change three times a day? Once, twice, three times a lady? Is that why? Am I a lady? I thought that was proven by the three children expelled from my ying-yong. I also wear lip gloss. This should be enough proof without the snot.
Maybe there needs to be more proof because I, The Maven, the only female person in this household, has to shovel a mountain of snow from my driveway in a few minutes. Why? Because my husband hurt his pectoral muscle a few days ago and it hasn't gotten any better. What a jerk to do that to me.
Good thing he's a jerk who makes coffee.
So as much as I'd love to continue my snow day tirade, I must go shovel now. I had better lose five pounds doing this.
For the first time in years, the school board around here has wised up to the fact that 30-40cm of snow in a 24 hour period does not make for a solid educational day. It makes for snow-filled boots and whiny, cold children and their even whinier parents who have to brush (or on a day like today, practically shovel) the snow off their cars in their fashionable, non-practical outerwear in order to drive their otherwise bus-stranded kids to school where said kids will be taught by half the teaching staff and thus make crafts for most of the day anyway.
Today, the first day in at least three or four years, the school board decided to call a snow day. Not two minutes after seeing it announced on a local channel ("This just in," the anchorman said) I received a call from Intrepid's resource teacher, whom I am doing the brief babysitting stint for. She said she needed time to do a celebratory dance before calling to inform me that I needn't expect her daughter today.
I needn't expect her daughter, but I doth expect some coffee. And coffee I had, as my Higher Power gifted me with a husband who thinks along the same lines and brewed some for our stay-at-home asses. I'm staying at home and doing laundry and watching kids and blogging. He's staying home to work from the office, as it just so happens that I have my second appointment with Theramistress today. I shall pick up coffee from the disgruntled Tim Hortons employees who had to go in despite the weather so they can serve spoiled people like me who don't have to leave the house until early afternoon and then only so someone can listen to them complain.
This just in: Spawnling is still hosting a party of snot in his nose. Nice.
Not really.
It's disgusting and it needs to stop now. We're on day 10 now. Aren't these things only supposed to last about ten days? Why is this one lasting longer? Why am I being cursed with snot-encrusted shirts? Why must I change three times a day? Once, twice, three times a lady? Is that why? Am I a lady? I thought that was proven by the three children expelled from my ying-yong. I also wear lip gloss. This should be enough proof without the snot.
Maybe there needs to be more proof because I, The Maven, the only female person in this household, has to shovel a mountain of snow from my driveway in a few minutes. Why? Because my husband hurt his pectoral muscle a few days ago and it hasn't gotten any better. What a jerk to do that to me.
Good thing he's a jerk who makes coffee.
So as much as I'd love to continue my snow day tirade, I must go shovel now. I had better lose five pounds doing this.