I love a good snow day.
The feeling of getting an early morning phone call from your partner teacher with the beautiful words, “School is cancelled,” can best be described as delicious. It’s akin to being given a totally unexpected vacation day at a time when the wind is howling and the ice and snow are coating everything in sight.
It’s wonderful.
Except when the snow bearing down on the state and the subject of the winter storm warning we’ve been under since last night, does not start until 1 PM.
That my dear friends is a horse of a totally different color.
That means cleaning off a snow bound car in the cold with my bare hands because God knows I wasn’t prepared enough to find the snow brush, driving to pick Adam up from the sitter, and battling my way home in the ick.
The most entertainment I’ve had tonight were my phone conversations with my mom and Lorie.
- Mom: The power came back on and somehow it messed up my Facebook page.
- Me: Ummm mom…the electricity didn’t change your page, Facebook changed your page.
Later Lorie calls and Ismael answered my phone. After answering a battery of questions that must have felt like a police interrogation, including where are you? When are you coming to Indiana? Are you IN Indiana? Are you coming here to watch the Super Bowl? she finally gets him to give me the phone. (Bear in mind, he hasn’t asked me that many questions all week , let alone in one conversation).
Our conversation: loosely summarized…
- Me: I’m sorry about that, it must feel like a penance just to get me on the phone.
- Further noteworthy conversation about how the Catholics are to blame for Mardi Gras and the powdered delight that she ate this afternoon, how my husband is like the FBI, her burnt dinner, and their household fish who kicked the bucket today and sent her son into spasms of wrenching sorrow that were only solved by renting a new video game.
Then Ismael gets into the act:
- Me: Yeah, hang on…did you check your blood sugar?
- Ismael: Why you ask me that?
- Me: Because you are diabetic? (ummm…..obviously.)
- Lorie: ::snicker:: How is he doing on the job front?
- Me: He starts a new temp position on the 15th.
- Ismael: Why you talking about my business?
- Me: Umm….duh …. I talk to Lorie every single day. What else do we have to talk about but our husbands??
Because, obviously.
I definitely prefer that snow day to a snow evening.
Good lord the snow!