Two hour delays. They are both friend and foe. I sat waiting for the phone to ring on Sunday night both hopeful for the extra time in the morning and hopeful that school will begin on time.
I love two hour delays because I get to sleep in, even if it is only for a few minutes. I love them because I get to snuggle with my 20 month old son and play while his dad sleeps in a little extra. I love them because I get to enjoy my coffee with my husband and get ready at a much more leisurely pace. I love that my job allows me to stay off the roads until they improve and keep me safe. I love that extra time at home with my family.
I hate two hour delays because it means I have to reschedule meetings with teachers and modeled lessons. I hate them because I still have to get the same amount of work done; I now just have two hours less to do it. I hate them because I still find myself rushing around in the morning. I hate them because sometimes they give me hope for a snow day, only to often be disappointed. I hate them because they give me just enough time home with my family to wonder if I’m missing out on being a stay at home mom while my son is young.
There’s more messy weather predicted for this week. I wonder if we’ll have a delay.