When I was a child, way back when ... a snow day was like a rare jewel that should be appreciated and cherished. Mind you, I grew up in Syracuse, New York, where getting 2 feet of snow overnight was nothing to bat an eyelash at.
Then, you've got my children.
Big Daddy and I woke up early and watched the school delays scroll across the bottom of the TV screen nestled snuggly into the armoir (how do you spell that anyway) in our bedroom. I'll be honest, I found it a little odd that our district wouldn't even delay classes when the temperature read -23, with a wind chill of -34. If they gave it a couple hours to warm up a bit, the kids would be safer standing out at the bus stop waiting for their ride to school. Right?
Everyone get dressed.
Everyone eat your breakfast.
Everyone brush your teeth.
Grab the phone that's ringing.
SCHOOL IS CANCELED!! The buses won't run?
I flashed back to my own childhood and how this would have been a day to remember for all time. The best surprise one could give a kid. The anticipation of school ... diminished ... with a phone call. Just like that. AWESOME!
Or so you'd think ...
Jake (stomping up the stairs): Oh that's just great. I got up and dressed FOR NOTHING?
Drew (bottom lip quivering): Oh man, I was supposed to take my CLIMB test today!
Emily (full fledged wail): You said I was going to school. I want to go to school. It's no fair.
That was the reaction of my kiddos. No WHOO HOOO's. No high fives. No excited giggles.
I have nothing to say.