The phone rang at 5:45 this morning. The voice at the other end was a recorded message, apologizing for the early call, but letting us know that the district was canceling school today due to anticipated inclement weather. Aidan was staying home. It’s always hard for me to get back to sleep after a phone call wakes me up, and that is particularly true on a snow day. I just lay there and wait for the next call.
It came at 5:55. Neil‘s boss informed us via an unbelievably chipper recorded message and a “ho ho ho!” that the school where he works was also closing for the day. So Neil, too, was staying home. Two down, one to go.
At 7:20, a real live voice from Eamonn’s preschool phone chain informed me that the school would be open today. What? I wasn’t expecting that. I thanked her, called the next person on the phone chain to let them know, and then called Eamonn’s school directly to let them know he wouldn’t be joining them today.
Normally I am not a big proponent of playing hookie. I tend to feel that if you are not sporting a fever of 102 then you’re going to school. But you know what?
- This is preschool. He was not going to miss anything life-altering.
- The roads were about to become treacherous.
- He wouldn’t have reacted well to everyone getting to stay home except for him.
- In the hour-and-a-half since the first phone call, the idea of a cozy morning at home in our pajamas had become ultra appealing to me.
So, stay at home we all did.
I curled up with a cup of peppermint mocha coffee and the newest book in the Sew What! series: Fleece. (Be prepared for an onslaught of hat-making this winter, I think…)
Eamonn spent some time asking me how to spell things for a list he was making. And yes, he does have other pajama pants. He just happens to like these.
Aidan and I spent a long time on the couch Elfing Ourselves. See how we managed to use our most flattering of shots for this? Should it scare me that it was very easy to find pictures of all of us with our tongues out?
I spent all kinds of time playing with my gravatar until I got one that I was finally happy with that didn’t make me look like I had more facial hair than is socially acceptable (seriously, I don’t think I’m abnormally hairy, but this camera has a way of making every hair stand out. In the future, I either have to figure out the right angle to shoot at, or get familiar with Paint Shop Pro’s airbrushing capabilities).
Here and there I got some work done. I scanned some covers for some of the store’s fun new arrivals (be sure to check out those Indie Arts magazines – they’re on DVD!), and processed all of the orders in my inbox. I finally hopped in the shower around 5pm, put my pj’s back on when I was done because, hey, why not?, and then came down to a nice meal that I had no part in cooking. Yeah, Neil! He had gone food shopping and came back with things that I don’t normally buy. (Thank goodness somebody around here actually got dressed today.) We had Thai chicken, a fire in the fireplace, and s’mores.
And I’ve made such a dent in the seat of this couch, I hope I can extract myself and become a contributing member of society once again tomorrow