No, honestly. Don't listen to the children. One snow day is plenty. Especially considering that, thanks to teacher conferences and Thanksgiving, we haven't had a full week of school in the last three weeks, I think the children really ought to be exercising their minds.
Three days ago my children saw a wishing well. Their grandmother, a wonderful woman who loves to indulge her only granddaughters, gave them each a dime to make a wish. A dime. Each of them. Can you guess what they wished for? Snow. I'll have to remind her that, from now on, a penny is ample for wish-making. Apparently when you combine two holiday-inspired little girls with a wishing well and 20 cents, that's some pretty powerful juju.
The layer of ice beneath the three inches of snow is an inch deep and has proven impenetrable to salt and sand. A new weather system is slowly moving in, determined to dump anywhere from three to six inches of fresh snow on top of this mess and, then, about midnight tonight, the meteorologists predict that freezing rain will come in to top it all off like a rotten birthday cake. Which, I suppose is perfectly okay if you're Oscar the Grouch, or a kid who is not particularly interested in going back to classes until next Monday, but I don't happen to be either of those.
I happen to be a mother whose husband is currently in South America, working, visiting friends, eating like a king, and basking in the sun. A woman whose Christmas shopping is not done, who hasn't even actually purchased Christmas cards yet, much less begun to address them. A woman who was desperately looking forward to having two hours for tea with her best friend tomorrow morning while the children are all AT SCHOOL. 'Scuse me. I think I need to go meditate. Or is that medicate? Hmm, I'll let you know which one works...Until then, toss a quarter in a wishing well for me, eh? You know what to wish for!