Posts Tagged ‘school’

Screw you too, Frosty!

January 8, 2010

I love my children, but really, this is ridiculous.

Dash and the Monkey were released Friday, December 18th from the bounds of public education. They were scheduled to return to her loving arms this Tuesday, January 5th. 2 1/2 weeks out of school is MORE than enough. It was actually a pleasant break. The kids didn’t fight TOO much, we had a major snowstorm/blizzard on christmas so there was ample sledding and snowball fighting, and overall we had a nice time. But by Monday they were snipping at each other, snarking, “HE’s TOO CLOSE TO ME!” “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” Yes, it was time to return.

But no.

See, that blizzard dumped a foot on the city, and then blew around, so the city couldn’t get a handle on it. Then it froze. Hard. Then it snowed again- 5 inches. And THAT froze. And then the temperatures dropped to slightly below the temps where hell freezes over (0? 0 is NOT a temperature.) So school was cancelled Tuesday because of the amount of snow and snowpack still on side roads. Then they cancelled Wednesday due to an incoming snowstorm (which gave us another 5 inches… not impressive for a man, but really obnoxious for me)… and finally, they cancelled Thursday and Friday for windchills.

Honestly, I’m at the point where I will volunteer to personally pick up EVERY SINGLE STUDENT in my son’s school and deposit them at the front doors. I have a mini-van, i could make it happen.

And it’s snowing AGAIN.

I am so ready for normalcy to return. Whatever that is.

But the kids keep me laughing. Last night, the Monkey was full of charms. I was stretching out my back, which I tweaked while shovelling snow (AGAIN. FREAKING SNOW!). He asked what I was doing, I told him stretching because my back hurts. He came over,and with gentle hands and a sweet demeanor, gently pulled up the back of my hockey jersey to examine my back. He lowered it, patted my back and said “I know why your back hurts Mommy. It has a crack in it!” and walked away.

He was, of course, talking about my butt.