Our high today was MINUS FIVE degrees.
When you teach at a school, that translates into INDOOR RECESS, and WHO CARES, FLORIDA, WITH ALL YOUR SUNSHINE AND OUTDOOR RECESSES ON THE BALMY BEACH??!
Indoor recess is what the professors don’t tell you about when you’re in college, because then no one would ever get a teaching degree. Indoor recess will strip you of sanity, make you chew your fingernails down to the nub and leave you sitting in the second grade coat room, rocking back and forth while you hum Johnny Appleseed to yourself.
Tonight, it’s supposed to be MINUS TWENTY-SEVEN, because apparently we’re living on a polar ice cap in an igloo. I just hope the fox-lined, trimmed-with-wolf, down-to-your-ankles coat doesn’t go out of style soon.
And I’m totally stealing this little cartoon from my friend Nicole’s Facebook page. It pretty much sums up the weather here in Small Town, USA today.
Oh… and Thing 2 was up for three more hours in the middle of the night last night, worrying about the weather and the windchill.
Or maybe he was just awake, jumping on his bed and hoping to drive his parents off the cliff of WE HAVE THIS PARENTING THING FIGURED OUT.
I’d type more tonight, but the sleep deprivation has made me goofy.
Y’all carry on, and may your nights be blessed with the sleep of a good Benadryl tablet.