Well, here we are. We are still home at eight in the morning because we have a two hour delay. Because of snow. Before Thanksgiving.
The kids are beside themselves with joy, and I am just beside myself. I was caught unprepared in the hat/mitten/boots department, and my children have not missed a minute of bringing that maternal shortcoming to my attention.
We could go out on the driveway, if we had boots and mittens. You know, the ones Mom forgot to buy. So you've got to go out in your too-small sneakers that are nowhere near water-tight. Sue me. At least you're not going out in your Crocs, which are the only other shoes you own (besides the sacred school shoes).
And another thing, if you are under the impression that I am running out to the mall for boots and snow pants after I drop you two monkeys off at school, you better think again. I'm not heading to the mall when LL Bean has their free shipping mojo going down. You can just wait three to five days like the rest of us.
Besides the weather man says that in three days it's going to be fifty-five degrees out again, so you don't really need the boots right now anyway.
Of course this is also the same weather man who did not breathe one word of impending snow all weekend, but I guess you can never tell when an Alberta Clipper will clip you.
Where is my hot chocolate?