Last night was no fun.
Boychild and Girlchild were up a couple of times each. The wind was driving the freezing rain so hard against the windows that I couldn't fall back to sleep for a loooong time because of the noise. In fact, I almost got up around 4:30. I think it kept the little people awake, too. (I mean the kids, not the elves.)
I am so ready for winter to be over.
If Boychild were a bus student I know I would have wept this morning to learn today is another snow day. Fortunately we live close to the school. Don't think he didn't try to talk us out of sending him today. We got a long story first thing.
"Dad, I looked out my window when I got up and I think there is too much snow for us to go to school," he said.
"No worries," I said. "I have the snowshoes and the sled ready. We'll take the dog team if need be. Or a snowmobile. I can carry you on my back if I have to. We're going." (Okay, I didn't really say this because he was talking to Groom-boy, but that would have been my response.)
"My throat is pretty gurgly and I still have a cold," he said to me later.
"You're going to school," I growled as I passed through the room on my way to get dressed. (This really happened.)
I think he knew he might as well give up at that point. It was probably something in my tone because that was the end of it.
With only six days (SIX! Aaah!) of school left in March, as I detailed here, there is absolutely no. way. in. you. know. where. that he will be missing another day because of harsh weather and/or some half-hearted sniffles. I am ruthless.
And so he went. And there was much rejoicing.