There are two words that will illicit polar opposite reactions between Laurel and me. Laurel yells "Boo-yah!" and I yell "Fudge" (not really) when we hear "Snow Day!"
First of all, I am perplexed when she uses "Boo-yah!" Where the hell are we...trapped in a stupid Disney sitcom? But why is she so excited? She isn't putting off an exam or a humiliating day in P.E. This is the first grade...in a classroom with Ipads, chocolate milk and an afternoon program that rivals a summer fair.
Perhaps it is a little nugget of jealousy on my part. When I was a kid, we didn't know if we had school until that day and usually around 6 a.m. This could mean that I was up all ready. The method of communication was radio--an a.m. station and you had to listen patiently for some smooth voiced old coot to go through an alphabetical listing of schools. As a kid back then, you were really taking a chance "not doing" the homework with hope of the snow day--I think the gamble made me tougher. As opposed to kids today who have parents that are notified via text, voice mail and e-mail all the while with an Internet listing available. Laurel will never have to make the homework gamble--she knows the day before, not the day of.
Whenever there is a snow day, Ching and I usually split it so we can go into work at least for a portion (of that day.) Unlike sickness, these days annoy the piss out of me. With sickness, there is an element of pity on that tired parent taking care of a sick child. But a snow day seems like nature just giving a parent the finger when (the parent) has settled too comfortably into a routine. The schedule comes to a screeching halt. I have absolutely no control...perhaps I could prevent sickness but I can prevent crappy weather.
Not only does tomorrow put a crimp in my schedule but this day off tomorrow is going to just prolong the school year. And Laurel Wang is incredibly cranky during morning wake up... Tomorrow's snow day is just a day that will keep on giving.
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