This morning when Charlie left for work, I might have teared up just a little. Not because I’ll miss him until 5 p.m., but because he got to go to an office. I am at home with the kid. Again. All day.
We had ice. Then there was some snow. The whole town is in some kind of group convulsion. If anyone really wants to look at the tension between corporate America and education in America, see: snow days in the South. There is no place to store children, but folks are still expected to be on the job. The not-so-passively aggressive emails from bosses are the stuff that keeps Dilbert in business.
The schools were closed Monday anyway for President’s Day. Tuesday was a legit ice day. This morning, we were going to have a delayed opening. Then they just called it. Another snow day. It was one of those calls that could have gone either way. I don’t envy the people making them. I’m not mad at them.
It’s just…this is Day 3 in this house. This is when things start to get dicey.
Yesterday the dog peed in the house. I hate that dog.
Today is Ash Wednesday: the beginning of the Lenten season. This is supposed to be a time of fasting, praying and giving. All of that together is supposed to make us more mindful of sacrifice, of God, of those in our community on the fringes. I would like to give up space in my head to think about those things. That’s much easier to do when someone isn’t asking you for a snack every 15 minutes. Because seriously? How hard is it to find the pantry?
When I have moments of rationality, I remember there are men, women and children in emergency shelters all over town because they don’t have four walls and a roof. There are people who are sick and hungry: both in body and spirit. There are parents in a state of legitimate fear about losing their jobs or knowing they won’t get paid because they didn’t do their shifts this week. I try to remember that and count my blessings.
But if I have to watch one more movie in the Air Buddies franchise, I’m breaking out the meds “for emergencies only.”