It happened again, SNOW DAY!
The last allotted one.
After this it's payback time.
I sat staring at the TV last hoping they would flash across the bottom of the screen that we didn't have school, work...that I could sleep knowing no one would be calling me at the wee hours of the morning breaking into my dreams.
Ha! fat chance, 457am ring-ring "no school today Jodi".
Except now I had to come alive, fumble in the drawer to find that
phone tree sheet and make my call.
By 515am I was wide awake watching none other than
The Housewives of Beverly Hills.
Never watched a Housewives show before.
The 6 inches of fallen snow with more on the way must have stolen my brains.
You want to know what really took my brains?
WHAT NO FEMININE PRODUCT LEFT IN THE HOUSE? AAAAAHHHH!
I thought I was going to have to resort to this
and a roll of Bounty paper towels
. Lucky me, in my personal state of panic,
managed to dig from the bottom of the linen closest,
hiding under beach towels, a 36 pack of Supers.
Whew, day saved. Disaster diverted.
So the next big snow we have I guess I know now
to add that to the list of emergency supplies.
In a house of four girls it is as important as milk for survival.
By the time the snow stopped falling I collected my brood
and tossed them all shovels and ice scrapers.
Then I heard this come out of my nearly twenty-one year old's mouth:
"snow days equal child labor".
Uuuu, um, you ain't no child no mo' Princess A!
SHOVEL GIRLFRIEND SHOVEL.
To which I say: shoveling builds character and I am all about character education!
I thank you.
Your daddy thanks you.
The truck thanks you.
Your car in the garage thanks you.
For that snowless driveway.
(Just so don't think I am a total slave driver I helped too.)
Now we sit waiting and wondering will we have school tomorrow.
Will the next storm that is coming to dump on us Sunday night
give us a five day weekend?
Time can only tell.