Not the Best Snow Day Ever.
I awoke at 6:35. Woke Max up. Started my coffee while I stood grumpily (par for the course on a Monday) in the kitchen. Got his breakfast ready. Drank coffee. Opened eyes.
Looked out window. Saw snow. Snow?? Snow was NOT in the forecast.

“Hey Max. It snowed. Uhhh, I better make sure you have school.”
School cancelled. Great. I don’t have to pretend to get dressed.
We’re leaving for our trip to Montreal Wednesday, so mother-in-law, hereto referred to as Granny, was due to arrive this afternoon at 4. Cleaning spurts ensue in between bouts of work.
2 o’clock rolls around. She calls. Her connecting flight from Houston is cancelled. Hopes to get on the 7 pm flight. Doesn’t happen. By 7 pm she is comfortably nestled in the in-airport hotel and our nerves are shot. All plans shot to hell.
And to top it off, the snow is slushy and no fun. Spent longer getting suited up than actually playing in the snow.
A nice dip in the temperature means she’ll probably miss her early flight tomorrow, and who wants to mess with ice-covered slush-snow? Sigh. Hope we make our flight on Wednesday.



