I couldn’t sleep last night. At all. I laid in my bed and tossed and turned, but couldn’t sleep. Came back down stairs at 3am to my computer hoping some screen time would make me drowsy. Nope. Went back upstairs just after 4am and tossed and turned some more. Finally, sometime after 5am, I went to sleep.
A phone call at 530am woke me up.
“This is the Superintendent of ________ Schools, calling to inform all parents that there will be no school due to the snow storm. Thank you and have a nice day.”
I expected that call. Snow had been falling hard all night with high winds that caused the snow to fall horizontally (think on that for a second). When I had last looked out the window there was well over 6 inches of snow on the ground and more coming to join it. So the phone call wasn’t a surprise. The fact that it came at 530am was. I shot a text message to my husband (who was at work), giving him the heads up that school was closed, so he knew to expect her to be home all day.
Back to sleep.
“Mama, I’m hungry. Can we go downstairs and get something to eat?”
I opened my eyes and squinted at my clock. 745am. My daughter doesn’t know the meaning of “sleep in”. I had yet to tell her that there was no school. I didn’t want to hear her whining about wanting to go (if it weren’t for the fact that I was fully awake and pretty much undrugged when I had her, I’d swear she wasn’t my kid) . I plead for a few more minutes. And that’s all I got. Sniffling with a runny nose (that she refuses to blow unless forced), my daughter pestered me every two minutes until I hauled my ass out of bed at 8am.
Two and a half hours of (interrupted) sleep. And it’s a snow day.