This post brought to you by large doses of cabin fever:
It will likely be 2009 before my children return to the mecca known as the public school system. 2009 people! Next year!
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
After jokingly telling the boys that the school will only be one hour late tomorrow, despite the fresh 8 inches of snow on top of the snow that fell on Sunday, my husband winked my way, to let me know he was kidding.
As I was loading the dishwasher and cleaning up the pots and pans after dinner I told him that the kids won't be going back to school until next year. He seemed confused. He seemed perplexed. He said something about Monday coming and the possibility that the roads would be sanded and passable by then. He mentioned that he thought, at worst, they would have another 2 hour late start.
I told him winter break starts Friday. As in, this Friday.
I think I made him cry.
Over the summer, our family took the annual week-long vacation with our friends and their children to one of the warmest places in Washington where the sun always shines. We have been doing this trip for so long that we are certifiable professionals by now and have all the kinks ironed out perfectly regarding our quest to have a good time.
The most important player in the adults quest to have a good time is the implementation of a little activity we like to call "happy hour."
Happy Hour is when all the kids retreat to their family's air conditioned trailers for a little downtime while the adults sit in the sweltering heat, drink cocktails and snack on hors d'vours. It is magical.
I say winter break is in great need of Happy Hour.
What say you?
* That 8 inches of snow has turned into a foot! A foot people! I need good winter warmth drink recipes and I need them stat.