Today school was delayed for two hours because of heavy fog. It makes sense for the bus routes not to run until visibility is good again, because a child getting hit by a bus that didn’t see him/her would be a nightmare. However, although I totally support the non-squished children option it does make the day weird for me.
For one thing Spock’s YMCA preschool (which is only 2 hours long) is canceled altogether. This pisses her off something fierce. She had play-doh to roll, dammit! There were finger paints! How dare I thwart her access to finger paints! My punishment for this betrayal is being subjected to mega-dose of whiney toddler. Fun times.
Then there is the fact that the disrupted routine fokks with my ADD (persistent inattentive type). Seriously, it fokks it in the earhole. I spend my days in a welter of disorganization and started-yet-not-completed cleaning projects, with bits of academic thought roaming through my frontal lobes like foraging flamingo, so I do NOT need a change in the norm. I am clinging to the norm by my fingernails and don’t want anything tugging on it, Thank You Very Much. At any rate, I wind up spending the extra two hours wandering around trying to remember what I was doing next. I managed to get the kids dressed, groomed, fed, and their school supplies for the day in their backpacks AND remembered to have them actually TAKE the backpacks to school … so yay me!
My day feels all weird now. It’s almost 12:30 PM and my brain keeps trying to tell me it is way earlier than that, especially with the grey light outside. I’ve got a lots of Christmas projects and whatnot to do, but I’m going to have to take an hour and try to clean the kitchen and do some laundry. There is ALWAYS more laundry.
Oh, the glamorous life of an author and mom.