I am late with posting today. But I have a good reason; I worked an open house at our school this morning, and before it even started, the snow began to fall. And fall. And fall. Finally, when we were finished, I decided to wait til 11:30 (which would mean that he would get credit for the day instead of an absence) and pull my boy to go on home. I just didn’t really want to have to drive back in the snow and slush; am I a bad momma? Not to mention that the last time snow fell here, we were in Florida and missed it. AND, the county schools ended up with early release, so I somehow felt justified. We got home, changed into “snow clothes”, and built a snowman. And threw a few snowballs. Played with the dog a little. And took a few pictures. Then the girl next door came over and off they went to the big field next door to play. While I cleaned up a little bit, only to have them come back in dripping, sopping, soaking wet with slushy snow. Wanting hot chocolate and warm air. And then they watched a movie while I loaded pictures; lots from yesterday and more from today. And I realized that I feel a little bit like I have whiplash, because yesterday was like this:
and today was like this:
I have no idea what tomorrow will look like; I just hope I can keep up!
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