The Blizzard of Oz

*Disclaimer: I can't take credit for the title. Tom told the girls a story about the blizzard of oz last night at bedtime. There were lots of laughs and it was very cute. I just like the title.*

I don't work in a school. This means I rarely get snow days unless I just call in and tell the boss that I simply can't get out of my driveway that day.

Today, though?

I'm on a snow day. The entire county is shut down (heck, most of northeastern Indiana/northwester Ohio are shut down) and so here we are, all four of us, at home, watching crappy daytime tv and cooking chili and doing laundry.

And I couldn't be happier.

I was seven years old and in second grade when the blizzard of 78 hit. I woke up to a blanket of snow that was awe-inspiring. I don't remember knowing that there was a storm coming. I remember waking up and finding out there would be no school that day and probably no school for the rest of the week.

My mom baked cookies and kept the house warm and full of great smelling food. My dad was stuck in Coldwater, Michigan for the week. He worked third shift and got stuck up there. He had a sister who lived up there and so she was able to put him for the week.

Alyssa knew this was coming.

Tom started talking about the coming storm on Sunday, insisting there would be no school on Wednesday and Thursday. He was pretty sure I wouldn't be going to work on Wednesday too.

I kept teasing him that surely we'd just get around three inches and it was all hype. Of course he was right. Everything around here is closed.

Alyssa keeps asking if she'll have school tomorrow. Who knows? For now, we're enjoying the quiet that a blanket of snow tends to cast upon the area. We've got cookies that I made on Saturday and a batch of chili I just made this afternoon. Life is good.

Gotta love snow days.