Things I Don't Need on a Monday Morning

1) A foot of snow overnight.

2) Wet clothes in the dryer rendering it impossible to find a pair of socks.

3) Getting stuck in a snow bank. With a two-year-old in the back seat. Who keeps saying "Mommy stuck?"

4) Shoveling for 20 minutes to get out of said snow bank only to have my husband arrive and take 30 seconds to get me out.

It's not even 9am and I'm spent.

Snow Day. Just Not For Me.

As I shuffled out to start my car this morning, carefully maneuvering the newest inches of snow in one brown shoe and one black shoe (What? It was dark in the garage...and I just didn't care) I noticed it was eerily quiet.

There were no Middle School and High School students (you know, the unlucky ones whose awful parents won't let them drive to school yet) huddling on the corner waiting for the bus. No mothers with Elementary School students cleaning off their cars in preparation for delivery. Just the snow falling.

Damnit. Snow Day again.

Why oh why didn't I become a teacher? Or just keep failing Senior year over and over again so I could still get Snow Days?

Because you know what? This being a grown up thing...not all it's cracked up to be.

White Thanksgiving?

Here's hoping not, but this picture from this morning isn't giving me the warm fuzzies that's for sure.