As a kid, I loved snow days. They were like a gift, even better than Christmas because you had no idea when you were going to get one. My best friend and I had a deal: if it looked like the next day might be a snow day, we agreed that whoever heard the news first would call the other one. So I'd be up at 6am, listening intently to the radio, and if they said the school was closed, I'd call her and we'd talk for hours. It used to frustrate the hell out of my Mom since she could never get me out of bed on a regular day.
As an employed adult, I loved snow days. I'd use the unexpected day off work to do the things on my "someday" list: cleaning closets or rearranging the kitchen cupboards, for example. Part of that was nervous energy from being worried about loved ones who weren't home and safe but still, those days were good.
As a stay-at-home parent, I can't say that I appreciate snow days as much.
In other news:
I finished adding the "directed by" and Videoflicks information to all of the reviews on AFMR. What a tedious job that was.
I made KD without screwing it up. Yay me!
I feel like hell. Achy and coughing and just generally bad (although the vodka is helping at the moment). As soon as the kids are in bed, I'm going to make myself some soup, curl up on the couch under an afghan, and watch TV. I don't even care what. Just something that won't hurt my head.
And you can be sure I'll be begging Mother Nature to ease up on the snowsqualls.
Posted by Ripley on January 13, 2003
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