From Monday to Friday, Brian's richest fantasy involves the weather becoming so bad that the toughest school division East of Siberia cancels its buses and closes its schools.
He is checking his phone before my 5:45 AM alarm has even thought of singing its terrible song. And then he lays there, all happy, while I try to reframe MY (home is my work place) day. Where it's "take your kids and husband to work day" regardless of my opinions on the concept.
If the day before has looked iffy and Brian is really starting to get his hopes up, he'll always buy bacon. Brian's bacon costs $86.00. (Bacon, Strongbow ciders, some growers, a jug of milk....)
The kids wake up to the smell of bacon, and a text from mama- "SNOW DAY!"
Sam has been learning the art of making cupcakes from scratch.
He takes the mixing bowl out for another round of chocolately goodness.
There is no one at my door at 7:00 AM, the highways are closed. I'll be keeping company with a few kids from in town, maybe we'll mix up some play dough, eat some cupcakes, and take in the smell of crispy bacon.