On Ash Wednesday she decided to start dropping snow around 3 o'clock and it lasted well into the night. It didn't impede the way for school to be in session on Thursday. The next week she decided that we should have a Sunday snow. That was the snow I mastered my road trip winter driving skills. Last weekend she gave us a reprieve and graced us with 78° temperatures on Saturday, and 58° temperatures on Sunday. Then this morning she decided to really dump, 5" of heavy wet sloppy snow. Damn ole' Mother Nature!
At 4:51am I received a text alerting me of a snow day from school. We all know I love snow days! It means I get to be alone in the office--it's quiet, peaceful, tranquil, no kids dragging their nonsense to my desk...overall just a relaxing day of work.
King Ralph hopped out of bed and looked out the window to notice all the snow...and no power. Our neighborhood was in the dark. I grabbed my phone to report the power outage. Luckily it had already been noted and restoration was expected at 11:30am.
(They lie! It was restored at 12:30pm.)
The joys of no electricity means showering by flashlight, but don't wash the hair because you can't power the blow dryer. No making your lunch because you don't want to open up the refrigerator. And using your gas fireplace to warm the house…actually that's quite the bonus.
(Uli really is thinking, will my damn humans take me to get a fricking haircut, I look like a rat dog!)
Being the mother than I am I went outside to prepare Princess A's car for her to go to work. Then it was my turn
Call me nuts, but I don't mind a gloomy day. It means I get to leave the blinds open on the windows behind my desk. On beautiful, sunny days I close the window blinds, because the sun glares my computer screen...making it feel like I'm trapped in a box. At least on gray days I get to see the outside world.
Here's the trouble with starting your day with no power…I can't find my slippers without the lights on. So I took the first thing I came to--my flip-flops. I got to work, took off my snowboots, put on my flip-flops. It was kinda like telling Mother Nature "I'm ready for spring!"
Before I left for work I got a text from the guidance secretary asking me to be sure to feed Rebel.
By the time I got home the dog gone snow just about all melted. Insane! Crazy!!
So I ask you, what the hell is Mother Nature smoking?