It’s 12:45 and I’m just getting around to blogging? It’s been a day. I finally broke down and bought a Keurig earlier this week. What a stupid waste of money that was. Went to Walmart and returned it this morning. When I left the store, the sun reflecting off the snow and ice and windshields blinded me and while I stopped to give my glasses a minute to tint, I squinted, looking for the general shape of my car. Couldn’t find it. PANIC. Oh yeah…driving the truck.
It’s been that kind of week, actually. Monday the kids had no school for MLK Day. Tuesday there was a storm forecast but, because there was nothing on the ground at 5:30am, they had the kids go in to school, which meant an early release in the middle of the snowstorm. We were one of the few districts that went at all and bunch of parents complained, so the news crew was at the high school for dismissal, letting them whine on camera. Ohmigod, I had to DRIVE IN SNOW. It’s SO horrible. To which I say bitch, my kid shouldn’t have to go to school until July because you went out in the summer and bought a car you can’t drive in the winter. This is New Hampshire, not Florida. If you don’t like it, move back to wherever the hell you came here from.
So then we had a two-hour delayed opening Wednesday. Of all the possible weather scenarios, this is the one that screws with my head and my schedule the most. The rhythm of the morning remains the same—putz around, take the Tall Kid to the high school, putz around some more, take the Short Kid to his school, then do a couple of errands. Except when I get home and I look up, it’s almost noon.
Today, they’re actually having an entire day of school. Yay! Tomorrow…teacher workshop day, so no school again. It’s going to snow, anyway, so at least this way it was already scheduled into the 180 days.
And, yes, the Christmas tree is still up.