Did you know that Christmas is a week from Thursday? That’s my Public Service Announcement for the day. I’m terrified that my family expects to eat food on Christmas Day. The thought alarms me because I still haven’t figured out what we will be eating for dinner tomorrow.
I am just hoping that the meteorologists (that is a hard word to spell at 12:40 a.m.!) are wrong and that we are not going to get snow (a “blizzard!” my son’s friend assures us) tomorrow. At the very least, I’d like the snow to arrive at 3:00 p.m. so the children will have already put in a long, long, long day at school. My 6-year old hasn’t gone to kindergarten this week–stupid 2-hour delays–and I am losing my mind.
No, really. I kind of intended to use these last few mornings before Christmas break (NEXT WEEK) wrapping presents and doing last-minute Christmas things. This week is in shambles and it’s all due to ice on the roads.
So I hope to wake up to no snow tomorrow. And a morning free of a certain 6-year old with only one and a half eyebrows.