We got up on time. A clothing crisis was averted with no yelling and I was patting myself on the back for my cool head as the children bounced downstairs. Breakfast was orderly. Lunches were packed. Happiness abounded! Snowgear was donned. We were out the door two minutes early.
At the bus stop, we three took turns stomping on the ice to make it shatter, then kicking the shards into the nearest snowbank. It was fabulous entertainment for all involved, and so some time passed before I checked my watch and said, “Where’s that bus?”
As if on cue, my neighbor stuck her head out the window. “You know there’s a two-hour delay today, right?”
Oh. Sure. I knew that….