This is my re-enactment of the face I made.
It was not, as it often is, one of my children crawling into my bed in order impose their love upon me via the strategic application of cold feet and rambunctious wiggling. Nor was it my dogs, desperate to know why I was lying abed when there are SO MANY THINGS in the world and ALL OF THEM need to be peed on.
No, this morning I was awoken by my phone.
It was ringing.
Now, before you make assumptions about my own level of technical brilliance, let me assure you: I do know how to silence my phone. Unfortunately, I was also instilled with a high level of paranoia at a very young age that SOMETHING MIGHT HAPPEN which required my attention, and that paranoia has only grown now that I have spawned. So, while I know how to silence my phone, in reality I only put it on vibrate, with the dubious logic that if someone really needs me, they'll call, and I'll feel the vibrations and wake up, whereas the occasional late night rumbles of my brothers having a conversation about the Big Bang Theory won't disturb me.
Quiet, you. It isn't your phone. Just let me have my coping mechanisms and leave me alone.
Morning. My old enemy. I greet thee.
Anyway, my phone rang at 5:30. I, knowing full well what a complete asshat of a year 2016 has been thus far, automatically assumed something dreadful was happening.
Turns out I was right.
See, it was an automated call from the school system. The kids have a two hour delay.
Why is that awful? Well, lemme 'splain.
(1) First of all, I was supposed to take my brother to the airport this morning. That was gonna work fine when the kids went to school at 8:25. Not so much at 10:25. I had to stick the poor boy on the commuter rail. I hope he makes it.
(2) I had a doctor's appointment this morning. Other parents had other things. ALL OF US are now not going to do those things. We're going to do other things instead, things involving our children, and scrambling for child care coverage, and trying to figure out how to fit our six hour day into four hours.
(3) It's not like I get to sleep in because of the two hour delay. In fact, I actually had to get up over an hour early, because once I realized my morning plans were boned I had to get up and figure out how I was going to fix it.
Now, lest someone get all shirty and talk about the safety of the kids, I would like to be clear: I 100% fully support the school system in them making whatever schedule adjustments they feel necessary in order to keep the students and teachers safe.
Doesn't look like much, but the inadvertent split I did in the driveway confirms,
this stuff is slippery.
I'm just gonna grumble about it over here. Because days with delays are like the worst of both worlds. You still gotta deal with the school routine, but the actual routine gets broken. It's balls.
Oh well. At least Elliot is happy about it. Charlotte, on the other hand, agrees with me. Apparently the delay is cutting into her social schedule.
Me, too, baby girl. Me, too.