Shout out to my friend Rachel, who tells me that my blog/FB “makes me think of Canada as a magical land where 30 degrees is warm, and different, exciting holidays are celebrated.”
Know why? BECAUSE IT IS. I mean, we produced this, didn’t we? Ugh. Possibly a bad example.
I woke up at 5:20 this morning and have been refusing to shower because we had a sort-of-bad weather forecast for today. Snow (20 cm) and freezing rain. Thing is that it is only supposed to start later in the morning, so technically, we could get to school safely.
And so, I sat here on the sofa in my pre-shower towel, staring furiously and threateningly at the radio (okay at the streaming radio on my laptop) because the last time bad weather was forecast to begin at lunchtime, they did not close anything, and then the weather hit and we had to stay over an hour and a half longer at the end of the day to wait for the roads to get better. Let me tell you that telling a couple of hundred 12-, 13-, and 14-year-olds that they have to stay LONGER is not an easy task. There was much screaming and rending of garments. Well, not the garments so much. Their clothes are important.
All this to say that I sat here and waited and waited and at 6:30 they still hadn’t announced anything (the announcement usually happens by 6:15 or so) and I was starting to get that sinking feeling when they finally came through and closed everything for the day.
So I get to spend the day at home in my pj’s with my dogs helping me to do marking (Sprocket is really good at judging the essay questions; Doozer’s like lightning with the multiple choice). I’m thinking I might pre-emptively text the guy who plows our driveway and see if he can fit us in sometime.
Yep. My life. First though, I’m going to get back in bed for an hour or two. I like bed.