This felt good: Yesterday I took my e-mail inbox from 2,658 messages down to 6 messages. I’m no longer sitting on alerts that say things like “The teabags you ordered in February of 2018 have shipped.”
Meredith has been working a mall job and it’s fun to see how she chooses to spend her money. (She recently purchased pants with faces on them!)
Meredith: Mom, do you care if I buy a tank top that says “Don’t do coke in the bathroom”?
Me: I guess that’s fine?
(She had no intention of buying the tank top. She just wanted to gauge and file my response for the future.)
School was called off today because of ice. The minute the cancellation was announced, many parents felt the need to jump over to the school’s Facebook page to get all angry-faced because, in their opinion, school should NOT have been cancelled. One woman typed that she is “beyond furious” that school is cancelled. BEYOND FURIOUS!!! I can’t even REMEMBER the last time I was beyond furious!
If you were given only 100 whines/complaints to use after age 18, would a school cancellation be worthy? What if we were all forced (by the government, obviously) to balance every whine/complaint with a positive thought? “I would like to complain about the media’s seemingly nonstop coverage of the royal family. With that said, they are all very pretty and/or handsome, aren’t they?”
I was texting with my sister last week, and the autofill feature on my phone was trying to make me choose between Jesus and balls when I wanted to say “sweet veggie-loving hogs”. (I was beyond furious, obviously.)
SAME THING happens here when school’s close/are delayed or even don’t close/aren’t delayed. And I have the same thoughts you have…like…I just don’t want to be the one making the decision so as long as someone else does it besides me? I’m not complaining.
We had a tornado last October and my kid’s school was fine but had no gas or electric for a week and the intersection nearest the school was blocked because the neighborhoods north were heavily damaged. Two weeks ago, we had a major tornado alert and the school decided to let out early. The tornadoes stayed west of us, but I was thankful they didn’t take the risk. By the next morning it had dropped to 30 and we had light snow. Nobody gets to age 25 and thinks, “Man, I wish we hadn’t had that snow day.”
“Sweet veggie-loving hogs!” is the exclamation we all need in our lives.
My husband serves on our local school board, so he is on the direct receiving end of the “beyond furious” messages. A few years ago a sudden midday snowstorm ended up stranding hundreds of local schoolkids of all ages and grade levels at schools, many overnight, and — even worse — on school buses in ditches. The local school board basically decided “never again” and errs on the side of closing the schools. I am a working parent and definitely feel the strain when I have to make arrangements or take off work, but I think about how scared so many children must have been that night and I just take a breath and move on.
Michael read me his superintendent’s twitter feed and it was all outrage over not closing the school on Wednesday or Thursday. Schools are closed today. I wonder what that twitter feed looks like now.
Your kid has a job. I am beyond furious at the passage of time.
If you were given only 100 whines/complaints to use after age 18, would a _________ be worthy?
I’m pretty sure that I’m going to get a lot of use from that.