There is snow on my deck.
There is ice on the driveway.
I ask you: Did I not leave New England so that I’d no longer have to deal with this nonsense? I think I did.
(What’s that, Otto? Oh, yes, honey. Of course. I left to be with YOU. That was my only concern. True love led me away, and nothing else mattered. You’re right, darling. Love you!)
Nevertheless, last night brought a Great Big Georgia Storm and they didn’t even have the decency to close school, today. But then the children bickered over breakfast and I realized that sure, sleeping in after checking the news would’ve been lovely, but sending them off so that I can work in peace is pretty darn nice, too.
But last year when Otto was down here and we weren’t, there was a day when a storm was PREDICTED and they closed EVERYTHING the night before. (And then they didn’t get a single flake, of course.) So I spent most of last night checking the news to see if they’d closed school, sure that they would err on the side of caution again. BUT NO, this time they were all “oh, snow, pfffft, whatever,” and school wasn’t even delayed.
This meant that I not only had to get up this morning, I had to find Monkey two socks that matched. MY LIFE IS SO HARD.
Last night I also spent some time IMing with Tammy while we both scanned the local news on TV, because we are just that geeky. Tammy has recently entered the purgatory known as “that interminable period when your pregnancy should be just about over but instead you become completely and utterly convinced that you will, in fact, be pregnant until the end of time,” but this did not stop her from being her usual witty self. She did a great rendition of every news anchor, that went something like: “DO YOU SEE THAT THERE IS SNOW ON MY SLEEVE? BECAUSE THERE IS SNOW ON MY SLEEVE. UNBELIEVABLE. AND OVER THERE! ON THE ROAD! THERE’S SNOW THERE, TOO! AND ON THIS STICK!”
People get excited when it snows here, apparently.
Meanwhile, we had noticed the snow right before the kids went to bed, so we called them downstairs with much excitement to BEHOLD THE SNOWY DECK, as if we hadn’t all JUST been up in New England two weeks ago, where the snow was up to Monkey’s chin. But this was DIFFERENT snow! It was SOUTHERN snow!
I skipped a meeting last night that I probably should’ve gone to, which Otto thought was weird of me. It wasn’t that I was afraid of driving on the slick roads—lord knows I have plenty of practice with that—but I WAS very afraid of OTHER people driving on the slick roads, people who have never done it before and don’t understand basic concepts like your brakes not stopping your car if you just stomp on the pedal. I also didn’t go to the grocery store yesterday, even though there was stuff we needed, because I don’t enjoy shopping with people who are making a crazed run on bread and toilet paper.
This is, however, one of those times when I am very grateful to be working from home; because you just know that at every work establishment across northern Georgia today, people are saying to each other, “Crazy weather, huh?” and acting like the twenty snowflakes that fell are, in fact, a sign of the apocalypse.