Cold-mageddon

Our global warming here in Green Bay is all screwed up. We're not getting our share of the warming part. Maybe it's broken. Probably Al Gore broke it, since according to my dad he also invented it.

So. Cold.

This year we had a lengthy winter break. The kids were out for almost 2 weeks, compared to last year where it was just over a week. Actually last year the district calendar-maker made a mistake and shorted the teachers out of 2 holidays. You can believe THAT wasn't going to happen again. So anyway, break ended New Years Day and the kids went back for Thursday and Friday. While it was wonky to do it that way, we all knew it was coming and did just fine.

However! Following the Packers loss on Sunday, it appears that indeed Hell actually froze over and it was bad. So many flavors of bad. The forecasted windchill for Monday was like, negative 40 or something. I stop paying attention when it goes below zero because in my opinion, any temperature less than nothing should be shot. And so, school was cancelled. Boooo hisssss.

We survived though. The Husbands car died, but mine was okay. I let the kids watch large chunks of TV and I mostly prayed for Tuesday to arrive.

However! Tuesday was forecast to be less than zero as well. Like, -20 with the wind chill etc.  Personally I thought since it had clearly warmed up, school should be ready. We're not raising little frozen wienies here in Wisconsin. We know where we live and we send our kids out with no less than 17 pounds of gear. Regardless, school was cancelled again. Now my car won't start either.

Though it was a mighty struggle, we all kept sane, but barely. One of us is violently opposed to change and especially big changes that no one can predict or control. Ooooh doggy, when big change is foisted upon us we respond by micro -managing our own environment with things we know will be predictable. Not good predictable either. But I hung in there, repeating to myself "it's almost over it's almost over sweet mother of xanax it's almost over".

However! For reasons unknown to anyone with two brain cells to rub together, school was cancelled again on Wednesday. And so despite the sweaty temperature of SIX, we all remained home. No cars were miraculously fixed and we were out of cereal. Now shit's getting real. At this point, my little anti- change enthusiast has lost it. She was so stuck in her rut of hysteria it seemed she was trying to stay in it. To test my theory I asked if she wanted ice cream and her response was to take another trip to Funky Town.  I pointed out to her what happened there and she did not even understand. Once in a while though,  a nap re-sets her and this was one of those times. Phew.

Because! I swore, with every molecule I own, that these kids were going to school Thursday. Irrelevent whether the building was closed or not. Made no difference to me if there would be any supervision or, you know, teaching happening. As far as I was concerned, and I was pretty sure  Genea would back me on this, they could sit in the parking lot for 7 hours and I would pick them up at 3:15.

However! Ultimately the school district made one good decision and school was not cancelled. Although, I saw some district dude on the news last night trying to explain himself so it seems I was not the only one who thought Wednesday was a bad call.

SO! Have you ever used the phrase "when hell freezes over"? Thanks, thanks a lot!