2009-10-28 - 5:42 a.m.
Never thought I would not want a snow day

So, I'm sitting at my kitchen table, waiting for the call that will tell me school (and conferences) will be canceled. Do I want school and parent/teacher conferences tonight to be canceled? Hell no! Canceling school pushes back all my lesson plans one day this semester - which messes up my entire calendar and pisses me off. I'm the type that once plans are made, that's what's going to happen. Some people call it "stubborn inflexibility". I call it blind determination to do things the way I think is right. Canceling conferences means they will reschedule them and there are no other convenient breaks coming up (other than Thanksgiving) which means that I would have conferences on top of a whole week of school (today is the kids' last day for the week - I have to work tomorrow, but get Friday off).

It's possible that they could cancel today, but still have conferences tomorrow, but I highly doubt it. The snow that's coming in currently will last til tomorrow night and should bugger everything up very nicely.

This is the problem with getting up so fricking early. I have to wait and wait and wait for that call saying no school, but I'm already showered, dressed, breakfasted and ready to walk out the door. It's my own damn fault for leaving for work before anybody else even gets up.

In other non-weather/school related bitching, my mom's in town. She's currently sleeping one floor above me in my bed. She'll be here all week, folks.

RD is back from her trip also and still FULL of anxiety. She had to go back on her meds yesterday. In the brief five minutes I designated as "personal time" yesterday, she teared up three times just telling me about it. The girl is STRESSED. She decided to give up the lab puppy we just got and I'm all for it. If it's going to be that big of a stresser (on top of all the other big worries in her life), it's not worth it. Plus, our tiny house and yard really cannot fit another giant dog. She already has a dalmatian and adding a Labrador to the mix was going to be unpleasant.

My sister's making me be Ginger Grant from "Gilligan's Island" for Halloween, because she and Giant wanted cheap costumes and therefore are going as Mr. and Mrs. Howell. Fun times. I'm wearing Spice's dress from prom when she was a junior. It is tight, white and low cut. I can't believe my parents let her get away with that at 17! Especially because even then her knockers were twice the size of mine.

My weekend at home last weekend was really nice. All that damn driving sucked (especially the leg where I was driving J and her baby - you have to stop a lot when you have a newborn in the car), but I'm glad I went. I can't explain how nice it was to see my friends, even if it was only for 3 hours. Of course, I got to see J for longer, what with being her chauffeur and all. I don't know how that poor thing was doing it. She was only a week out from having a C-section. Yech. She explained all kinds of awful things from giving birth to me. Yikes, what a freak show that whole ordeal is. Actually, it's something out of a horror movie. You know, "It Came From Inside" or something like that. Shudder.

All right, school, I've given up on waiting. I'm packing my lunch and hitting the road in 10 minutes. Every single other school around us is canceled, including the school district of the city in which I live. But whatever, we're having school! Which is good. But if I fricking slide of those stupid back roads, they'd better buy me a nice funeral.

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