My absolutely favorite part of the snowstorm this week? That it came on a Monday - a Monday when health reigned in the family, the kitchen was reasonably well-stocked, the wood pile was high, and schools were closed because of a severe weather alert. On Monday, thanks to the pre-announced storm, we got to sleep-in. What a treat!
Ever since the boys started high school, in fact, our weekend has miserably shrunk to one day only, and Saturdays have become regular weekdays when the alarm clock goes off too early, and the race begins to be ready, out the door, and at the Medieval bridge, the high school drop-off point, 15 kilometers away, by 8am. No matter how old and independent the kids are, how hard we all try to get organized the night before, how early we get up, each morning is a race with frequent reminders: Finish your breakfast! Hurry up in the bathroom, we all have to use it! Did you remember to get your laundered thermal tennis undershirt and put it by the fire to dry last night? Don't forget you cell phones! Did you pack your snacks? Feed the cat as you go out! It's a good thing that we know the drill so well by now, and we can laugh and joke about it (most mornings). Still, there should be a law against school on Saturdays, don't you think?
So the Monday snowstorm gave us back our two-day-weekend, at least this once, and while the blizzard raged out there, grateful to be snowed-in, grateful that we still had our power, and grateful for the chance to sleep-in, at around 8am I cooked muffins for breakfast - not because I like to bake in the morning, but because baking breakfast takes time, and on this exceptionally snowy Monday we finally had some.
Happy weekend (hope you have a proper two-day-weekend in your part of the world!)