What??! Today isn’t the 7th? Damn. That’s what I wrote all day.
Story of my life, really. I used to rely on Nathaniel to tell me what day of the week it was, and how old I am (I refused to continue counting birthdays a few years back and lost track). After all, when you’re home every day, day in, day out, each day is pretty much interchangeable, isn’t it?
I do know it’s Tuesday, however. That’s the day the trash cans have to go out to the curb, and one of my neighbors reminds me of this every Monday, exactly 24 hours too early, and I can see it from where I sit here typing (thank you neighbor!).
It’s been very, very, very, very cold here this week. So cold that I shiver in anticipation of the next month’s heating bill when the one for last month, in unseasonably warm weather, was $225. (I know! I am so wasteful! And we’re all just sweltering with the thermostat set at a balmy 67.) So cold that schools are delayed in opening. I haven’t quite understood the logic in that one, but I think it has something to do with shivering underdressed kids standing forlornly at bus stops early in the morning instead of at mid-morning when it’s warmed up a whole 3 or 4 degrees. Something like that. At any rate, I was charmed to receive a call from Nathaniel and Serena’s school this morning assuring me that it would open on time, despite the fact that the surrounding districts (who provide bus service for many children including mine) were delayed. Happy getting your kids to school and so sorry we screwed up the bus thing for you! The biggest irony is my children were with The Ex (Day 7: The Seige From Across the Street) who had no idea about the phone calls or the delays.
Yes, I am filing this one under Domestic Bliss.
February 6th, 2007 at 8:44 pm
Well… it is so cold here that school has been cancelled three days in a row. Ugh.
Please let there be school tomorrow, please let there be school tomorrow, please let there be school tomorrow (fingers crossed).