And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.

We are riding out our third 2-hour delay this week. We didn’t have a 2-hour delay yesterday – because school was closed.
School was closed all last week.
And yesterday. Did I mention that?
Today’s 2-hour delay was greeted with groans and crying from my two big boys – a 2-hour delay cancels their planned field trip today. But also I think even they are getting bored.

I am not necessarily bored. I’ve tried to keep the boys busy with sledding, shoveling, movies, chores, science projects, board games, library books…right now they are running the short-track speedskating for their Animalympics. I think Primo’s bear Champ just won his heat.

I have been baking and cooking healthy meals (and not so healthy – French toast for breakfast this morning). I’ve been knitting and keeping up with laundry, but have given up on the state of my house. I have been reading some good stuff – Elizabeth Kostova’s new book The Swan Thieves, Dedication by the authors of The Nanny Diaries - more detailed posts to follow.

But really, I just want to curl up in a fetal position in the bottom of a nice bottle of rum - or under my down comforter would do in a pinch - and have someone wake me when the snow melts.
Sometime in July is my guess.


The cats are the only ones with any sense.

UPDATED: I just got everyone in the car to take them to their respective schools and my van won't start. Scramble, scramble, got everyone rides. Now I lie on the floor and weep; my frustration knows no bounds right now. Don't mind me.