Last night we looked at the weather forecast and got very hopeful. Snow in the evening, over night, and into the morning. Not a vast amount, but enough that there was the possibility of a snow day.
In the two years that my husband has been teaching at a local college, he has never had a snow day. This winter, the kids have had exactly ONE. Bearing in mind that last year we had a few and that the year before that I think they had almost one a week, this year has kind of felt like we’re getting cheated out of snow days.
The funny thing is that in the years when we have a lot, I start to curse them because it is definitely harder to work with the kids home. But the odd one is like a treat, and a snow day on a MONDAY would be even better. Not just because it’s the first day of the week but because it’s also the heaviest extra curricular activity day and I’d be saved a whole lotta running around.
So last night the kids put spoons under their pillows (no idea where THAT came from) and wore their jammies wrong-side out in the hopes of a snow day.
I woke up several times in the night, I really did. Wondering if it was snowing. Dreaming about the alarm going off and hearing the words that the district schools were cancelled.
Instead the sun was peeking out, a few inches were down but everything was going on as normal (albeit a bit carefully on the roads this morning). It is currently flurrying, but this afternoon I will still be doing the volleyball/choir/badminton run.
I mean really. If we have to have snow in March, can’t we at least have enough to get a day off? Dang it, I had promised the girls that if school was cancelled, I’d work for a while and then we’d watch another episode of Downton Abbey.
Ah well. The house is quiet and I have lots of work to do. The snow day will have to wait.