Clara went to school today for the first time since Wednesday, January 20. We had two snow days, then a weekend, then five snow days, then a weekend, then a teacher work day. I have never been so happy to see her sullen, perpetually late, school bus driver, as I was this morning. We cobbled together child care on the days that the government was open, taking her to work with us one day, and sending her to the YMCA on another. We watched a lot of movies (or rather, a few movies several times each), finished Harry Potter Year 1 and started on the second, ate too much junk food, and destroyed our house. Now we’ve got make-up birthday parties, Girl Scout meetings, and swim classes to schedule.
With temperatures in the 50s and lots of rain, the snow is mostly gone except for lingering plow piles. The car in front of our house still hasn’t moved, but the snow has completely melted off of it. Both Ian and Van decided their snow boots are uncomfortable/unwearable, so I’m hoping that Punxutawney Phil is right and spring is coming so that we don’t have buy new snow boots four months before moving to a country where we’re unlikely to see much snow.