The kids got their wish.
The teachers got their wish.
They didn't even have to wear their pajamas inside out and backwards.
They didn't have to put a spoon under their pillow.
And they didn't have to put an ice cube in their toilet.
Somewhere, some kid did a snow dance for God.
And *poof* the superintendent of schools robocalls a few thousand households last evening to tell us school is cancelled today. Due to the snow that was predicted, but didn't really come.
Admittedly, some of the Midwest are on their second snow day. So there was some precedent in this system. But we didn't deserve even one day.
So, we got three inches. Big deal. The roads are fine, there is no ice or high winds.
We got a gift. We've been waiting all winter for this gift.
Not to work on projects.
Not to work on speeches or worksheets.
Not to attend practices.
Just to be.
I understand, some working families are put out by snow days, especially ones that, perhaps, were called prematurely. But as for me, I say
Thank you, Mr. Superintendent.
And thank you, God!