The town was abuzz yesterday about the weather forecast. Maybe we'd get our first snow day of the year, or at least a delay. I, personally, thought that would be wonderful. Getting up before the sun rises and getting everyone out the door to school is not my favorite activity. I would so much prefer staying all warm and snug in my bed--at least until the sun is up.
I heard the wind blowing hard last night, and I smiled to myself and thought they'd call the snow day for sure. With that thought, I cuddled up in my comforter and fell blissfully to sleep.
At 6:00 am, I heard violin scales being played in the distance. But they were only incorporated into my dream, which was about Peanuts. Peanuts of the Charlie Brown and Snoopy variety. Soon, Bria was standing next to Linus and asking me which song she should play next on her violin.
"Woodstock," I answered.
"Play the Woodstock song," I told her. In my dream state, the Woodstock song was obviously a Seitz concerto. I couldn't understand why she didn't realize this.
"But, I don't have any songs called Woodstock."
And then I came to, out of my dream. I corrected myself and as she began to play the first notes of the Seitz, I drifted back to sleep wondering what she was doing practicing so early anyway. Didn't she know it was a snow day?
At 6:55, I finally woke up for real. I looked out the window. Lots of snow, for sure, but probably not enough for the school to call the day. Darn it. I grabbed my phone and checked my email anyway, but wasn't surprised to find that school would be going on as usual today.
And so began the race to get the girls up and dressed, fed and bundled, and out the door. Joel walked them to the bus stop, and even though I had to teach an early lesson, I headed back to bed. Just to pretend it was a snow day for another half-hour or so. Because who wants to be up in the snow and cold before the sun is up?
Certainly not I.