Jack has a snow day tomorrow. He'll be thrilled. I am...less than thrilled, but I think I'll survive.
Meh.
But also: Okay.
This is me, gearing up for seven extra hours of work tomorrow.
And no, I don't get paid extra for those. I'm salaried. It's all part of the gig.
Le sigh.
Le getting-over-it-already.
It's not good to be a whiner, especially when one certain little boy will be exuberant about his good fortune. I don't need to be raining on his parade.
I'd better get to bed so I won't be Mademoiselle Crankypants in the morning.
PS: If you're lucky, we'll make a snow fort and I'll take a picture of it. Fun? Fun.
2005-12-07 - 11:46 p.m.
