This Day COULDN'T Happen Twice

Seriously. Have you ever watched the movie "Ground Hog Day" with Bill Murray? He is stuck in the same day over and over again. Well, let me get down on my knees right now and thank the Good Lord that that can't happen in really life. It was a whopper...all minor issues mind you, but I am ready for hot tea and bed!

First of all, there was some major ice forming last night and the snow started falling this morning. The road crews kept all the road nice and clear though so nary a school was closed. DH warned me to start the car early to get the ice off and went merrily on his way to work. I thought I was doing well to start outside about 40 minutes early. The only problem was that we could not get the car doors open! DS tried. DD tried. I tried. I did my best rock ballad impersonation and got a grill lighter out and tried to melt the ice. No dice.

Finally, I had to resort to calling DH to come home and get the door open for me and take the kids to school. I called and let them know I'd be late.

I scraped and brushed and chipped away at the ice while the snow came down in large white fluffy cotton balls. I am know looking like a drown rat. I fixed myself up as best as possible and went off to work; sliding into the parking lot that apparently was kept as nice and clear as the roads! I think by this point I was talking to myself. I wasn't angry, mind you, but I guess I'm a bit spoiled and don't have these crazy mornings very often.

As I walked up to the front doors of the school I was greeted by two teachers who told me that the school was evacuated and everyone was in the elementary building. I think that was the point that my eyes bugged out of my head and I really wondered if I was awake or having one of those stupid dreams. "oh, it's true" they assured me. So, I hiked across the field to the elementary building, praising God all the way for all the exercise I was getting today.

No kidding, I get to the door, it opens, another teacher steps out and says we are all clear to go back. Now I'm thinking I'm ready to go back home to bed.

I went to work in the attendance office, telling myself not to be a baby and just work. And I was fine. Could have gone for one of those high octane coffees the kids all walk into school with now, but I was fine. Had to get work finished by 9:00 so I could make my appointment with DS's guidance counselor. DS is a great middle school kid who is just dragging out this maturing process to the point that if I don't go have some professional tell me he's fine every once in a while, I start to worry. I needed one of those reassurances this week so to her office I went. I think the PMS struck about 9:00 this morning and the poor guidance counselor had weepy beemoosie in her office.

I am not so sure what she thought about me, but she assured me DS is fine and she would work on a few organizational issues with him...

I think the rest of the day was pretty normal...but once those hormones kick in and the tears have been flowing, it's pretty hard to keep it together the rest of the day. Doing algebra at noon was a hoot!

All I wanted to do was get home...and I did make it home. To the security of my family. The phone rings. It's for me.

"Ma'am you took a civil service test last summer, can you come in for an interview for the index clerk position?"

"Why, yes I can." Who said that?

To be continued....