This is how lazy my family has become. We all oversleep today (for the 5th time since Norah's arrival) and wake to find tons of snow on the ground. I rouse my husband awake and we begin the frenzied rush to get everyone ready for school though it's clear we will be extrememly late. At some point in the rush John and I look at each other and pronounce, "snow day." Now before you freak out that I'm setting about example about the importance of school, I did know for a fact that my daughter's teacher is out all week so there's a sub in place, and Ian's preschool is over by 11am anyway.
So we took the baby to her two month visit where she was poked multiple times with needles, and then we dropped her off with dad and hit the slopes. There were no kids (since none of the schools were actually called off for a snow day) so the hills were ours alone. We did have a few neighbor kids with us who ditched preschool as well. It was great to get some fresh air and a blast of snow in the face as we raced down the hill on our whamm-o board. The best part was hanging out with my older two--it was like getting a missing arm back after two months of amputation.
But that was many hours and small snacks ago. Now we're entering that dark evil period from 4pm-7pm known as the witching hour, where the house is thoroughly destroyed, every pillow is off the furniture, every art supply is open with several projects going, and I'm having a snow day melt down. Julia innocently asks if there will be a snow day tomorrow. "Hell no, I mean no," I say.
Is it too early to start drinking?
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