This was my son after almost an entire weekend of snowfall. Well, that's a slight exaggeration.
I got the phone call Thursday night that school would be closed for me due to reports of harsh weather for Friday. I thought it was odd to call it the night before, especially as my district virtually never calls snow days- delayed openings, early closings, sure, but I think I can count on one hand the number of snow days we've had in nine years, and I don't believe we've ever had one before Christmas. Oh, well, at least I didn't have to get up early Friday morning, or be awakened even earlier by the phone ringing!
I went to the doctor Friday morning, and brought Frank with me- we kept him home from daycare that day, and Darrel was working from home for a half day. It was barely starting to flake when we left at ten am. By the time I went to the doctor, had a nebulizer treatment (frigging asthma), went to CVS, and came home, at 12:45pm, it was a full-on blizzard! SO not fun to drive in. Frank, however, loved it, because we kept passing snowplows. "Beep beep! beep beep!" he yelled. (Beep beep is his term for anything larger than an SUV but smaller than an 18-wheeler.) Darrel had to help me get the car up the driveway when I got home- I kept skidding!
Friday was Darrel's birthday, too, and Frank and I gave him his cards and presents that morning. Thankfully, we had a respite from the snow Saturday, because I'd hired a babysitter, our very first non-related one, to come Saturday evening so Darrel and I could go out to dinner for his birthday. He had no idea- I'd told him to be ready at 7pm dressed in something he'd wear to work. The girl who came is the younger daughter of one of my co-workers, and she lives ten minutes away. She'd come over earlier in the week to meet us, and for Frank to get to know her.
Today the snow started up again before dawn, and continued, along with sleet, the better part of the day. The last time I checked on our deck, it was close to ten inches. Where the drifts are, it's probably 12 to 14 inches. Yay. All this before Christmas, too. So not good. I have a bad feeling about the rest of the winter!
Oh, and last week, my MIL fell and broke her hip. But that's another saga for another day...
2 comments:
Hehe...what is Ralphie's brother's name in A Christmas Story? Cuz these pics make me think of him and his whining "I can't put my arms down!"
He looks like he loves the snow. My kids do. Sorry about your MIL! I hope she's doing ok.
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