What’s the point?

Everyone knows that yesterday, 3/20/2018 was the first day of spring. Right?

And what does spring bring us? Flowers, sunshine, warmth maybe green grass. Of course it also means bees and pollen. So pretty soon I am going to have to start taking an allergy pill everyday. Stupid pollen.

So after a crazy, whacky winter of freezing my bum off, I am looking forward to spring and summer means swimming. But no. We’re in the south. Where all of our seasons hit in one flipping week. Monday it was so warm that I went to the store at like 8 at night without a coat cause it was so warm. Yesterday it was cold and rainy and all around depressing.

This morning, tho. Well this morning I got woken up at 5:30 to a phone call from the school. A 3 hour delay. A 3 hour flipping delay and at 6 am there was no flipping snow on the ground. The ground was barely even wet. Like WTH!!! and of course I was excited about not having to get up and get the big kid dressed and then fight with the little kid to get in the car because lately she has been having tantrums in the morning when it is time to take her sister. I guess she thinks if she throws a fit then we won’t leave and her sister will stay home. yeah nope.

But it didn’t even start snowing til about 8 am. And it wasn’t sticking. Let me repeat that. We had fluffy wet white stuff falling to the ground and disappearing. like magic. POOF. And there is a 3 hour flipping delay. I can understand if the temperature was anywhere near freezing like 33 degrees but no when I checked our temp was 38 degrees and no ice anywhere. The temperature hadn’t dropped anywhere near freezing all night.

Okay.. I know this is sounding like really bad on my part and like I am against schools looking out for our kids….Don’t get me wrong. I love my kids school they are so attentative and awesome. My issue is my husband left for work at 5 am and made it to work 20 mintues away with absolutely no problem and we have a 3 hour delay for school. It makes no sense. I would have been fine with a 2 hour delay

You see my issue with 3 hour delays is simple. There is no time to learn anything. To do anything. The school doors doesn’t open until 10:30 am. The late bell doesn’t ring until 11:05 am and they still feed the kids lunch. Yes I do believe they take 20 mins to eat in class or something. But school ends at 2:30. I am in line every day a 1.

So I drop off the kids at 10:30 am and I have enough time to go grab a bite to eat for lunch and watch half a movie then I am right back up here to pick my kid up. Seriously. I have to condense anything into 2 and a half hours when we have 3 hour delays. Then the rest of my day feels like I have done absolutely nothing.

And today of all days. I have family in from across the country that I have not seen in 20 years. I have to be ready to go out to eat with them in 4 hours after I get my kid which means getting myself and the girls ready to go. I gotta make sure my oldest home work is done. I gotta clean the tornado that hit my house while I was at the grocery store last night.

Seriously….is there some kind of button that the kids hit the minute the mom leaves??? It seems like everytime I leave the girls with their grandmother or their dad to run errands I come home and its like the twilight zone. Its not my house anymore. It is crazy. Then I end up either fussing for hours to make everyone help do it right or I spend an hour cleaning it by myself.

So….today… I feel rushed. all because a little white frozen water fell from the sky and disappeared on the ground.

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