6:48 am – Shouts of “Halleluia!” wake me from a deep slumber. No. 1 Son dances into my room, shouting, “The roads are so bad, there’s snow everywhere. And NO SCHOOL!”
7 am – Husband and I force reluctant beagles outside for their morning business run.
7:10 – Shivering dogs with their best “pity me” look come back inside and launch into their daily “FEEDMEFEEDMEDEEDME” dance around my feet.
7:12 – The buzzer sounds to signal round 1 of the wrestling match to determine which son gets to choose a video game. I send sons to separate corners and demand they first make their beds, get dressed, eat breakfast and brush their teeth.
7:14 – Round 2 starts prematurely. No. 1 Son flings jeans at No. 2 son, leaving a nasty red burn mark on his neck. No. 2 Son wails.
7:34 – Husband with his best “pity me” look leaves for work. I shoot back my own.
7:40 – Sons finish breakfast.
7:41 – The buzzer sounds to start round 3.
7:45 – Harry Potter wins. Boys settle into quiet play.
8 am – I wrap up in blankets and settle down to peruse LJ and CNN newsfeeds.
8:45 – I venture into boyland and demand they take a break from the video game.
8:45.5 – Buzzer sounds to start round one of whining match. Pity me.
