Since I am a teacher, it makes it easy for me to "think like a kid".
So when the meterologists start talking snow, my ears perk up. That always means a delay or an unexpected day off of work. Even as a kid, I remember the excitement and anticipation as you go to bed, praying that God would let it snow. I don't pray for snow anymore, but I still wonder what I will find on the ground when I wake up.
Somehow, I missed the snow talk yesterday. I don't remember it being mentioned, or maybe I was still half-asleep since Quinn didn't sleep well on Wednesday night. Whatever the reason, you can imagine my surprise when I woke up to see a light dusting of snow on the grass and the deck! It's not even Thanksgiving for crying out loud! I wasn't expecting snow this early in the season. But of course, the "kid" in me kicked in and my first thought was This is enough for a 2-hour delay!!
I ran to turn the TV on only to find no school delays scrolling. Oh well. About half an hour later, the phone rang. I thought who in the world is calling me at 5:45 in the morning. It was the call center from the school system advising us of......A 2 HOUR DELAY!!! WooHoo!
Being a teacher does have its perks, you know!