One year ago we were in the middle of the snowpocolypse. I have lived in Georgia for a VERY long time and I can say, last year's weather was crazy. Seriously.
The first day or so was really pretty awesome. We stayed in jammies. The kids played. Chris and Drew went on a beer walk to the gas station. We drank hot chocolate and ate chili and chicken pot pie.
And every afternoon Chris and I waited for the automated phone calls from our school districts...we would be out again the next day. A few days in and we started to dread those phone calls. And then it was MLK weekend and we had another day off. And then came the fact that we had to make up our week off. Awful. Really, really awful.
But I must admit...I miss that week. I would really like that week to be next week and we could stay at home in our jammies... guilt free.
And of course, I would like to see what Chris would fashion this year into a shovel.
We still don't have a real one.
Darn, when you posted this last year I said I was going to get him one for Christmas! And I saw a ton of them on sale. Well there's always next year.
Hey! Look at the new blog header and design. Love it!
Hmn...I always used to wonder what it was like for the parents when I was teaching (and kidless). Still am kidless, but I remember feeling just like one myself waiting to hear if we were back the next day or off again!
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