Like most of the East Coast we are expected to get a “school halting” snow tonight, well into tomorrow morning. Most of my friends are hoping for the snow. I need new friends.
I don’t mind when the kids are home, mine are finally at the self sufficient stage of life. They sleep in and make their own breakfast. I haven’t trained them to clean up yet. Baby steps.
If my kids are going to get a bonus day off why can’t it be 70 degrees and sunny? That sounds perfect to me. Snow day? Painful. I don’t like snow. I am not afraid to say it. Don’t believe me? Ask anyone.
I’m the mom everyone judges. We don’t flush ice, sleep with a spoon or wear our pajamas backwards as kids seem to believe will magically ensure school will be cancelled. My girls are staying up late and watching dance moms. The later I let my kids stay up the more likely we are to have school. Next week my friends won’t be able to eat soup for lack of spoons and my kids all night bender on a school night will be but a distant memory.
As a yoga instructor people often tell me they find yoga boring. My smart ass retort? There is something wrong with us if we won’t allow ourselves to be bored from time to time. I like to explore my boredom on a warm beach. Not on my couch.
It doesn’t look good. The upside? I can sit around all day in my Lululemon yoga pants all day. That will give me a little status quo in my day. Namaste. Let it snow.