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….
DOH!
Okay, humor me (a guy who comes where they would cancel school for several day if a few flakes fell from the sky)
When there is a delay (sounds like they are usually two hours), do the kids stay late at school? Or do they do the same work in less time?
Just curious.
Huh… go figure, eh?
Of course.
This would be me. In fact, this IS me. Every. Single. Day.
So, I feel for you. But, at least you had a nice neighbor who let you know about the delay instead of waiting out in the cold for a half hour or so…
Yaaaaaaaay …. crap.
Aaargh…