Everyone (and everything) in my humble abode was really hoping for a third snow day, but alas, it was not to be. The wintry mix came too little, too late. Of course, by the time I’m ready to come home today, my five-minute drive will be treacherous, but we’ll cross that icy bridge when we come to it, I suppose.
Surprisingly, I’m having more success coming to terms with this than the rest of the household.
“Mom, what do you mean you’re leaving? Have you SEEN the weather outside?” – the hounds
“Wait – we can change! We can be better, more exciting! Give us another chance!” – my stack of unread library books
“I understand that we’re at different points in life, but…I just, I didn’t expect you to leave me so soon.” – the bed
“But I thought you said I was doing a good job, that you liked being near me…” – the space heater
“I know we’ve seen better days, but I thought we meant something to each other.” – my old moccasins
“I just…I need more time. Please. Just a little more time.” – my sweatpants
“We’re not prepared for this. We have nothing to offer you today.” – my closet full of real-life clothes
…and finally, Chompers.
“Those boots better be made for walking, because there is no way I’m leaving my cozy carport in this weather.”