Colder Than a Witch's You-Know-What!

Hmmm....I probably shouldn't have used that title...

We have been in survival mode today. School was delayed two hours. Many schools were closed. We had a Homecoming pep rally this afternoon even though the big basketball Homecoming game scheduled for tonight was canceled because the team we were to play was not in session today, due to cold.

At -12 degrees this morning, my car grumbled a bit when I told it to start...but start it did, bless it's little aging heart! The roads are mostly dry and salty. Even the walks around the house are in pretty good shape because little Ryan went out the other day with his kid's snow shovel and dug in. The closer one gets to pavement, the easier it is for the sun's radiance to melt off the stuff, even when nasty cold...

On these 2-hour delay days, I let the children sleep in a bit and send Meg off to work without having to deliver them to Grandma Judy. My morning routine is more relaxed; the children have an easier wake-up routine; Grandma Judy gets an extra couple of morning hours; and Meg doesn't have to leave so early. Everybody wins! Meg and the children get a 3-day weekend with the MLK holiday. Unfortunately, I don't. Our district throws MLK in with the presidents for Great Americans Day--which used to be known as President's Day--in February. I'll really be ready for a 3-day weekend by then!

I took the kids to Chick-fil-A for supper. Meg met us. We generally go out for Friday supper in preparation for the weekly trip to Muncie. I like it that I don't have to cook but get tired of the fast food fare. It isn't good for us--ANY of us. The children are suffering from too much energy and no good outlets in the cold temps. (Truth be known, when the children suffer from repressed energy, the rest of us suffer, too...if you catch my drift!) This spring/summer, I would like to focus on getting the yard more kid-friendly. They have such a nice big back yard in Muncie, and our back yard has a nice patio but not all that much room... If any of the readers of this blog have landscaping vision and/or talent, give me a call. We need a plan!

I'm just blathering here...

Yesterday morning, when I attempted to get Ryan out of bed, I was coaxing him with, "What would you like for breakfast? Cereal? French toast sticks? Eggs?" With eyes still closed, he muttered, "Do you have any tacos?"

This morning, Ry was telling me that you can go underwater in a "sumberine". And he is always looking for the "constructions" for putting things together. He is such a cute little bugger.

Friday. Time to give it up for the night!