Despite our street having been cleared, both Isabelle’s school and the school district I was supposed consult in today are closed. So we are home — for the second day in a row — due to the overnight snowfall.
I was downstairs, with both kids, by 7:15 a.m. because no one sleeps in around here. I asked Isabelle, “What would you like for breakfast?”
“I don’t want breakfast yet,” she replied. “I want to play with Ari.”
I agreed to let them play while I unloaded the dishwasher. She declared, “We need to clean up! It’s a messy-mess in your play room, Ari.”
When I heard that, I took it upon myself to make myself breakfast. Which I ate. Without interruption. Do you know how rare that is?
Now I’m sitting at the kitchen table, looking out of the back window (whose shades Ari insisted on closing despite my attempt to open them) at the snow while sipping my coffee. It may not be the kind of sleep-late snow day I desire, but I will take it.