Not even Christmas yet and we're on the second snowstorm. This weekend involved eight inches of snow and a birthday party on Sunday morning. What kind of sadistic soul schedules a birthday party on a Sunday morning?????
Today's snowstorm brought on an early release from school. That's a special kind of hell, getting your kidsready for school, and then messing up the day to be home for when they get off the bus, etc. I got the call from Will's school that there was no afterschool program today, which wasn't in the original call. Naturally, this call came AFTER Brian had left to take Sean to preschool. Had I known that, I would have kept Sean home with me. Instead I went to work for 2.5 hours. And I did it in jeans, a sweater and no makeup. Yep, I sure did. The world didn't end, and only one person said "You look really pale, do you feel alright?"
Now the boys and I are home, and Daddy is at work. And will likely be at work because his boss doesn't believe in closing early. Ever. I've baked cookies though, and am about to settle down and watch Phineas and Ferb with the boys and work on that blue sweater for Sean. Which is knitting up nicely by the way. Optimistically, he might be able to wear it on Christmas. Pessimistically, it will somehow wind up having a third sleeve at the neck.
So keep snowing, dammit. Snow all you want. I'm not going to let you break my spirit, Mother Nature. It's way too early in the season for this New Englander. :P