The kids wish they got a break from school today but our school district doesn’t see six inches of new-fallen snow as a good and proper excuse for not attending classes so they are sh*t out of luck.
On the other hand, they get to build forts and wage snowball war at after-school program so they aren’t really complaining. Well, The Girl is; snowball making might cause her to break a nail or something.
Speaking of nails, last night I gave myself an hour-long pedicure. I needed to do something relaxing after an emotional experience earlier in the evening. Without getting too detailed, we had a little scare when the Man-Cub didn’t return on time from a sleepover. The phone at the house where he was staying was out of service when we tried to call, the cell phone number we had wasn’t being answered, the weather was horrible and my innate Sense of Doom combined to send me into vapors. It was not pretty. It was also the longest three hours of my life.
Of course, all is well that ends well and I didn’t really need to stay brunette forever; welcome new gray hairs!
Hey, maybe I need the parenting equivalent of a snow day. What do you think?