On Monday, my school was buzzing with the possibility of a snow day. I had of course come to school dressed in my most springy outfit not even aware that it was supposed to start snowing that evening. I looked out the window at the blue sky and didn't get my hopes up.
All day my students were like nervous cattle before a storm, which tells me more than any weather person on the news can predict. Within hours the temperature dropped forty degrees. We went home from school that afternoon hoping and hoping that by tomorrow morning we would be snuggled in bed under a heavy blanket of snow.
To our excitement all of the surrounding school districts called the snow day that evening...before even a snowflake had fallen to the ground! Oh I thought. They sure are taking this seriously! I excitedly jumped into bed, turned off my alarm, and snuggled under the covers waiting for the blizzard to come.
The next morning we woke up to the sound of snow plows driving by. I ran and opened the blinds. I laughed...they never seem to get it right. We had maybe three inches of snow on the ground and by the afternoon the roads were clear and the sun was starting to peek out from behind the clouds.
Haha oh well! It was a much needed day off with my baby and to make it even better, Martin and I got to spend the day together!
