Snow

I heard today that the weather forecast calls for snow Saturday.  Supposedly, a lot of snow.  And writing about it will probably curse it into not happening, but I am scheduled to work again this Saturday and if the roads are bad, I am not going to venture out.  With age comes wisdom, and fear of other drivers who are foolish enough to go out when the roads aren't cleared. 

I hope it snows.  A ton.  I'll even help shovel and clear off the cars.  I am praying for snow, in great fluffy heaps on our driveway, on our street.

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Meanwhile the kids had their swimming lesson today, which usually means they are exhausted and crabby by the time dinner is on the table.  Getting Thea through her homework on those nights is a tiny slice of hell.

Tonight they came in tired by happy, I had gotten home twenty minutes before they arrived and banged out a quick dinner, which they ate with virtually no complaints and with Micah's butt only coming off his chair about three times before he finished eating (and he was actually sneaking pieces of chicken off of my plate after he had finished his.)  Thea finished her homework and played Pokemon with her little brother (which somehow involved Micah using the strap from the diaper bag to harness himself to the little plastic trike in order to pull Thea around the kitchen and living room.)  And they were in bed by 8:40 pm.

Except while I was breaking my arm patting myself on the back, Micah wanted some milk, and then Thea came in and crawled into the bed because she was having a bad dream (wrong, one must be ASLEEP in order to dream).  But within minutes of her crawling in, Micah stopped thrashing around and went to sleep, and by the time I was back from brushing my teeth, Thea was out and it was only 9:05 pm.