That's what my mom calls another day of the week that, by all of it's actions, should be a Monday.
It began with six phone calls from 5:30-5:45, two text messages and two emails. School was closed due to incoming inclement weather. (I get calls on the house phone, my cell and my husband's cell.)
Except that there was no snow on the ground, nothing falling from the sky - and for once, all four of my kids wanted to go to school. There was a band concert, cookies and milk with the buddies, Christmas parties and the favorite lunch - chicken nuggets and buttered noodles. A lunch I HATE for them to eat, but do allow it.
A mom has to compromise occasionally.