Slept through alarm; was awakened by ten-year-old son.
Noticed we received the predicted 4-6 inches of snow. This was a total surprise to me.
Prayed (among other things) that we wouldn't drive each other crazy stuck in the house.
Checked t.v. news to see how bad storm/roads were. Saw that all area schools were closed.
Tried to talk self into ditching schoolwork for the day and
a. watching old movies and eating junk food
b. cleaning out linen closet
c. working on talk I'm supposed to give at upcoming curriculum
share
d. going back to bed and reading Perelandra all day
e. all of the above
Decided smugly that we would have school, even though public schools wouldn't.
Let dog in and out back door 15 times.
Wiped up melted snow from dog 15 times.
Gave thanks that kids didn't want to go outside. Less melted snow to clean up. (Except
Sam who cleaned up his own melted snow at my insistence.
Prayed with the kids. Prayed that Sam and Paul wouldn't burn themselves lighting candles.
Read the final chapter of Prince Caspian to my boys.
Listened to Sam, Paul, and Patrick read their respective books aloud.
Gave Nick Government test.
Went over math with Mary.
Made and ate lunch.
Read and discussed Catechism lessons with Sam, Paul, and Patrick.
Supervised afternoon chores.
Let kids watch bake brownies, build a fire,and watch Bean's Holiday while I cleaned in
kitchen.
Realized not so smugly that we really didn't get much done.
Comforted self with the thought that school kids got no schoolwork done today.
Reminded self that we had some good discussions about faith, and what careers the boys
would like to pursue someday. They all want to be scientists.
Thanked God that we can enjoy being stuck in the house together. Except for the 18-year-old.