On January 5, 2015 my children received something I always wanted as a kid but never got: a snow day.
“Wouldn’t it be cool if school is cancelled tomorrow?” my 14-year-old son had asked as he watched the flurry of flakes falling outside our living room window on the last Sunday of the winter break.
“Keep dreaming,” I said. “My brother and I used to wish for the same thing and it never happened.”
Monday morning, on their first scheduled day back after their two-week hiatus from school, I was anxious to have the house to myself. I woke Sam and Daisy up, fed them breakfast and made their lunches. As my husband shovelled the driveway for the fourth time in the last 24 hours, I started the truck and the kids got dressed.No comments