There’s something irresistible about the thought of a snow day. The school was abuzz with the concept that we might not have school on Friday. Everywhere one walked though out the school the conversations were ripe with the talk of snow, inches, cold, and long weekends.
There were even some who went as far to fill the students’ heads with the idea that if they performed a snow dance they would like ensure a day of freedom. You know, put your pajamas on backward, spin around three times….
Okay, okay, so maybe I was one of those who were telling the students that such actions would get them the day off, but who can resist the thought of lying in a warm, comfy bed rolling over to look at the clock and with a contented sigh realizing you don’t have to get up.
True, I never am still in bed as by the time I get the blessed phone call informing school is closed I’ve already fed the dog, worked out, watched some news, showered and am well on my way to being ready for school since I’m up and running by 4:30 a.m. Even on the rare occasion when I receive that blessed call the previous evening I have absolutely zero chance of sleeping in as I have a brown, hairy thing that licks me awake every morning just like an alarm clock. Except this alarm clock goes off sometime between 3:00 a.m. and 4:30 a.m. Well, ‘tis true he doesn’t ALWAYS lick me awake. Sometimes he sits on my head and quietly whines.
But even with the early wakeup call there’s something glorious about having a free day. Okay, so yes, I have plenty to do, but I can’t do it. I mean under normal circumstances I’d be in school and I’d be busy, so I wouldn’t have time to do the work, right.
Boy I’m sure going to bummed if we don’t have a snow day tomorrow.
