This morning started off smashingly. My husband gets up at 4 am everyday during the week, and then lets the alarm blare in my ear until he “hears” it. Apparently his hearing must be going, because he sure doesn’t fly out of bed like he used to. Did I mention that he doesn’t have to be to work until 7 am? Yup. He gets up at 4 to watch ESPN. Yes, you heard me right, ESPN.
So, this morning at 6:10 when I heard Lainey yelling “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” I thought my hearing must be going because I swear I just heard the shower curtain open and the water turn ON. How is that possible? Someone who has been up since 4, and has to be to work at 7, is just getting in the shower at 6? (I later found out he fell asleep on the couch, which is also common practice.) So, I trudge into the girl’s room, Lainey takes one look at me and screams “I want my Daddy!” Sweet. I’m going back to bed until 7.
Then, at 6:52 the phone rings. It’s Shawn saying he's not sure, but he thinks school might be closed. Apparently, it looked like this outside:
I turned on the TV, and sure enough school was closed! By this time the girls had made their way into my bedroom and were now throwing a fit about “Now I’m going to miss show-and-share! Now I don’t get to ride home with Julia! I’m not going to get to bring my piece of straw in for baby Jesus!”
Yeah, well, I’m going to miss spin class. Boohoo. Ok, let’s go back to bed. Not. 7:02 the phone rings again. It’s Shawn again. “Yeah, I listened to the radio and Assumption is closed.” That’s great dear husband who is still in his car, because I’m at home with immediate access to television and internet, and I was able to figure that out 5 seconds after talking to you the first time. Surprisingly, I didn’t actually say that, but I wanted to.
Okay, now I’m really going back to bed.
7:50 am: the phone rings again. WTF? It’s my mom this time. “Hi, what are you doing?” What am I doing? What am I doing?! Oh, I’m just decking the halls, making Christmas cookies, painting my nails, that type of thing.
8:00 am: small child enters my room asking for the 100th time when I’m going to get up, when they can go outside to play, and when they can have something to eat. Never. Never to all questions.
8:30 am: I’m up, children are at the table eating chocolate for a snack, and I’m not sure what snow they want to play in because there can’t possibly be more than an inch or two on the ground.
105 days until Spring.