Oh man, the joy of a snow day. My son was so excited that he got out of bed early. Because that’s what you do when you have nothing to do…you get up early. If you have to be somewhere, you sleep until someone drags you out of bed kicking and screaming. Okay, so I was the one kicking and screaming this morning.
I’ve had my tea and my raisin toast (oh man, is there anything better on a cold winter’s morning than raisin toast? God bless the Pepperidge Farm people. I don’t buy it often because I could easily go through a loaf in 3 days. In fact, I gave half the loaf to my parents because I’m the only one who will eat anything with raisins in my house, and I have no room in my freezer for things that only one person will eat. It works out for my dad because my mom doesn’t buy it for him very often so I’m like the big raisin bread-bearing hero.
I’m trying to get work done here without having to go in to work because Mr. Dump said 117 and 495 looked like they hadn’t been touched, and the commute was awful. I don’t want to have to drive down there if I don’t have to (plus taking the boy in and making sure he’s silent for any length of time is impossible). So he’s playing video games – Rayman to be exact – in Spanish. I have no idea why. Well, he just wanted to see what it would be like to pick the Spanish language option. I told him the game wasn’t going to change, just what they are saying. I will admit that I know 1000 times more French than Spanish, and the only thing I keep hearing that I recognize is “pantelones” but I can’t figure out in what context they are talking about pants, so maybe I have the word wrong. It is a pain to have to deal with snow days. For some reason they are my job to deal with, even though I’m a contractor and I only get paid if I actually, you know, work. I think Mr. Dump has reached too high a level in his career to be able to take on Junior’s sick and snow days. I’m grateful for his job and salary and all, and yet, part of me still wonders about it. Maybe I’m supposed to be a stay-at-home mom, and then it’s a non-issue. Darn me and my burning need to pay the bills!
