It was quite foggy this morning but it never occurred to me to check for school delays. After waiting 20 minutes for Sean-Peter's bus I finally called the transportation office, not sure whether to be annoyed or concerned.
"What? The schools are delayed? Because of the fog?"
I couldn't hear what she replied because of Conner's whoops and hollers.
I really was quite incredulous. Delaying school because of fog? Then I heard on the radio (note to self: do not go a day again without listening to the radio in case there's another natural disaster and it completely passes you by) that the fog was disrupting the commuter traffic and I was reminded of how schools in Texas will shut down completely when there's two inches of snow --or less. And I thought, Oh, right -- If you don't know how to drive in something then, yes, let's please just stay off the roads.
When I told Sean-Peter he didn't have school after all and that the bus couldn't drive because of the fog, he hollered and cried and madly protested. He just loves that dang bus.
Conner immediately ran around the house and went off to do something, anything. He was giddy with his new-found freedom. He even got upset when Olivia didn't want to play hide and seek with him.
I myself set to painting. Then painting some more. Then the fog burned off and I did some yard work. And more yard work. And more yard work. Then more painting. Whatever happened to sitting on the couch and eating bon-bons? I am so physically drained right now I'm thinking I don't get paid enough for this job. Oh, right.
March 30, 2012
5 years ago