Admit it. The title just called to you, right? It made you desperate to know what on earth I did on my snow day to be blog-worthy.
Ha! Sucked you in.
The snow cry arose a few days ago. The threat of possible snow sent our town into a tizzy. Stores were wiped clean of milk, eggs, and bread. After all, you may be snowbound for days. You just never know.
Here's something I’ve never understood… why is it people rush out and buy those particular things? Are they planning on making a huge batch of French toast while stuck in their houses?
Anyhow, we left school/work yesterday armed with our handy dandy phone list that would enable us to call our colleagues with the announcement school was closed.
(to clarify: I am a teacher and had a list of people to call in the event of weather).
We waited and waited…
Finally! Flurries, yay!
Ten minutes later, it was done. Boo.
Flurries and sleet did resume later in the evening but….I got tired of waiting for the wonderful phone call and went to bed. While the rest of my friends were still up watching the BCS Championship and burning up the keyboard on Facebook, I was snoozing in my bed.
Evidently, I was snoozing hard. The phone rang at 11:52pm.
Or that’s what my voice mail told me anyhow.
Katie said she came in and told me the phone was ringing too but I have no recollection of that conversation.
Note to the world: anything we discuss between 11pm and 2am will not be retained in my memory. I woke up around 5:20, turned off the alarm, and waited for the phone to ring. Instead I heard a shrill beep…..
Hmm. As I sat there trying to figure out the noise, Alex walked in and wanted to know why the security system was beeping. He said it started as soon as he opened his door.
Hey wait. Mom, did you put an alarm on my door?
Nope, but good idea!
Turned off the alarm before the siren started going, noticed I had a message, listened to it, told Alex school was canceled, and called my teammates.
Whoo hoo! No school!
Finally dozed back to sleep at 7am just in time for the girls to arrive at my bedside.
Mom, why are you still in bed? Why don’t we have school? You made us pick out our clothes last night. Why did we do that if there’s no school?
And that began my snow day.
After breakfast, the girls begged to go outside. Why, I don’t know. It was twenty degrees and there was only a dusting of snow, but off they went.
Weren’t they cute?


Yep, it lasted for perhaps fifteen minutes. The rest of the day was been spent in the house, with me, in a confined space, after only being back in school two days after an almost three week Christmas break.
Are you getting the picture?
Right
at lunch time, I left Alex with the girls and headed out to buy groceries. My parents are headed to town tomorrow and would probably appreciate something to eat other than Cheerios.
So I was out shopping in the freezing cold but……I was getting out of making them lunch. Smart, huh?
A huge shopping trip later, I arrived home demanding the assistance of the kids to help unload the car. Alex showed up in a t-shirt and bare feet. In twenty degree weather. I've never seen the boy unload the car so quickly.

Shopping done. Check. Cleaning? No thank you. I’ll pass.
While avoiding the need to clean the house, I got an attack of domesticity and made yet another batch of Chex mix.

Oh, and let this picture be proof of my domestic ability. I just seldom use it….by choice.
With a fajita dinner planned, temperature outside dropping, still procrastinating about cleaning, what else is there to do?
Oh, I know. Take this

plus this

to finish up my day!
Surely my parents won’t mind if the bathrooms aren’t clean, right?