There I was, sitting at home with the kids. It was a school morning so they should have been in school but they weren't. The half an inch of snow on the ground had caused the school system to call my home telephone number at 5:30 in the morning to announce school would be delayed by two hours.
That's wonderful, I thought as I contemplated my heavy duty wool hiking socks and tried to decide whether I could manage to type in gloves (maybe the fingerless ones??).
Upstairs was chaos. Despite the fact that there are four bathrooms in this house, theoretically enough for EVERYONE in the family to use a bathroom at the same time, an argument had broken out about locked doors and unfair access. Three minutes later, Child #2 came into my office to tell me he thought his bones might be inflamed and Child #1 came in to aggressively hug me.
The prospect of editing Losing Hope all day was holding about as much appeal as, well, an inflammation of the bones.
That's when it hit me. Everyone was ready for a vacation!
Lucky for me Spring Break is next week and we are going somewhere warmer than here. There will definitely be a beach and quite possibly a theme park. I have a sparkly gold pedicure and it will not be covered by thick wool hiking socks.
The one thing there won't be is blogging. I'll miss you. But you'll be here when I get back, right! ;)
See you in a week, or so...