It’s Friday here and it absolutely feels like Fried-day. With my husband out of town for seven full days, I am knee-deep in single-momming it very poorly. When we went to bed last night, today’s forecast seemed promising for a snow day.
Please,” I prayed, “let Friday be a snow day. Let us hang out in pajamas and play games all day. Please.” My body ached with fatigue and my mind filled with grey.
I cat-napped all night until my phone beeped at early o’clock. I hurriedly checked the screen for the answer to my prayer. Sigh. No snow day. I must gather the strength to plug though one more day.
BUT, if we had stayed home, I would’ve missed:
-the sweet fourth grader who was proud to show off her speed and typing skills as I worked with her
-the look of psatisfaction on the student’s face that I help at the middle school. Her work paid off and she showed it today.
-the chill of the air on my face as I rushed from place to place- the perfect wake-up in a sea of grey.
-my middle school daughter running up to me twice to hug me at school.
In this small way I am reminded again that God’s plans are best, even if I think pajamas would be better.
I have to admit I loved snow days when kids were home. ESP when we lived in snow belt. 12 in of snow common. Often. We felt insulated and safe. Then daddy came home. Perfect. Plus they loved snow sports. And he loved to shovel. Ugh. And plow. Your day sounded about perfect as is.
We are due for a good snow day here! 🙂