I forgot to tell you about our award

You know the one - Parent of the Year. I usually win it by myself, but the other day, we both accepted it.

November 11th, Veterans' Day, we woke up to the aftermath of some icky weather. The streets were slick and there was some snow on the ground. We all got bundled up and headed out.

We dropped The Boy off at school and headed out to the grave yard to visit for a bit before we headed back to the school for the Veterans' Day program. The Commander stopped at his dad's gravestone and hopped out of the car to straighten the flag. He wasn't back in the car two seconds when his phone rang.

It was the school.

They were having a two hour late start due to the icy conditions. Please come get your child. And for the love of all that is holy*, listen to the radio station or watch the news channels to get the updates!

Good thing we did watch for updates. They ended up canceling school for the rest of the day. The Veterans' Day program was held on the 13th.

We scurried back up to the school and there he stood, out on the sidewalk, waiting patiently for his award winning parents to pick him up. Poor child.

I would like to point out that we are not used to schools being that concerned about the ice. In Oklahoma (I'm looking at you, Stillwater!), we slipped and slid all over creation to get to school and work. Heck, The Boy's school had a very icy sidewalk on the backside of the gym that a bunch of us had to use to get the kids into the before and after school care. I called the principal's office repeatedly about getting the ice cleared off of it and at least two moms fell and got hurt AND THEY NEVER DID ANYTHING ABOUT IT. And I wiped out at least twice on the ice at my old job (I'm looking at you, Oklahoma State University!) So this ice? Meh.

So thank you kind school for understanding that it takes some people a while to get it.

Just don't get me started on the whole "One hour late start EVERY WEDNESDAY" thingie. That's just crazy. (We only dropped him off early once on a Wednesday. Now we have a sign on the door to the garage to remind us.)

*Implied.

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By mid-November I always like to have an extra 15 pounds on me. - Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure, First Snow, 1993