It's A Cruel Cruel Winter

When you read that title, did you start singing "It's a Cruel, Cruel Summer" by Bananarama?  From 1983? I did, but I had to Google who sang it.  Bananarama?  What kind of name is that?  I digress...

I am one of the weird people who like Winter.  But, Winter has been a booger this year.  I get sad when I hear folks talking about being ready for Spring, because Spring is still almost 2 months away.  On top of that fancy Polar Vortex, we've had ice, sleet, freezing rain, and wind chills consistently below 0.
My brother, sis-in-law, and nephew live north of Atlanta, and you have to be from Mars to not know what they experienced last week.  My poor sis-in-law spent over 20 hours in her car just trying to get home from work.  She actually spent the night in her car in an Olive Garden parking lot.  I may never get her to go out for soup, salad, and breadsticks again.

The kids here have missed 3 or 4 days of school due to ice on the roads. 
Our weather forecasts have predicted snow many times, and many times we've been disappointed.

The predicted 2-4 inches comes down as .25 inch and freezing rain.  I think snow is beautiful, and as a stay-at-home mom, I think a snow day is pure bliss. 
We just haven't had "real" snow.  We've only had flurries and ice.  No snowmen, no sledding, no snow ice cream.
If you live where the snow fall is measured in feet, I am sorry.
If your power has gone out, I am sorry.
If you live in Atlanta and spent the night in your car, I am very sorry.
I just want a few days of fluffy white, school-stopping snow.

Because of the missed school days, our school system has taken away the President's Day holiday.  The kiddos have to go to school on a scheduled holiday.  Not cool, school.
Earlier this week, schools were delayed (again!) an hour because of... you guessed it... icy roads.
The call came at 5:15.  That's AM, people.
We normally wake up about 5:30, so that call interrupted my last 15 minutes of sleep and started a nightmarish hour of torture.

5:15 AM - Phone call tells me school is delayed an hour.  I reset my clock for 6:30 and smile in my warm cozy bed.

5:17 AM - My bladder says, "Hey!  We need to go to the bathroom!  It's our normal tinkle time!"

5:20 AM - Back into my warm cozy bed.

5:28 AM - Dan/Daddy's cold medicine wears off and he begins to drown in his sleep, but he keeps sleeping peacefully.

5:30 AM - Put pillow over my head to mute snoring/drowning noises coming from 20 inches away.

5:41 AM - The boy wakes up, looks at his clock, and walks in to make sure I haven't overslept.  I whisper to him, "School is delayed. Go back to bed."  Not sure why I whispered... the freight train beside me lumbers on.

5:49 AM - The cat drags an iPod cord into the hallway to kill it, and she begins serenading us.  "Mrrroooowww!  Meeerrrrrroooowwlllll!"

5:52 AM - Take pillow off head and fling it into the hallway at the cat.

5:55 AM - Start to wish I had kept the pillow to put over Dan/Daddy's head.

6:00 AM - Begin to feel sleep washing over me.  Instantly get sad because I only have a few minutes left.

6:07 AM - Remember 392 things I need to do today and 374 I didn't do yesterday.

6:15 AM - Clock goes off.

I am grateful our school officials are concerned about safety.  I really am.  They are not, however, concerned about my sleep or my sanity.

The forecast for the weekend is calling for more snow.  Another forecast, another disappointment.
I may not even make a mad dash to the store for milk and bread.