Friday, February 20, 2009


I know, I know. It's only February 20. I think I make a pretty compelling case, however. I would like to hereby submit my application for Mother Of The Year 2009. Please see below for the details. I'm pretty sure I've got this one in the bag.

On Wednesday, we woke up and got ready for school. Little Miss gets on her bus around 8:30 or 8:40 or 8:45 or 9:05 or whenever the bus feels like showing up. I then take Mister Man to daycare by 9 to go to his kindergarten class there and begin work. From there, the school district handles getting Little Miss from preschool to daycare and Mister Man from daycare to preschool. I just need to make sure they're picked up before the daycare closes.

When I looked out the window that fateful morning, it was raining. I checked the thermometer, and it was in the high thirties. Given how hard it was raining, I decided the right call was Wellies and raincoats for both wee ones. They happily put them on, we went on our merry way, and that was that.

Exept for one small issue. By the time the afternoon rolled around, it looked something like this outside:

Just in case you can't see it too well, here's another image. Yes, that's snow. And yes, that's an accumulation on the ground. You can't see that it's now seventeen degrees.

Yep, by the time the wee ones got home, it was most definitely parka weather. But not for my wee ones. Nope, they were in their spring raincoats and wellies. Yeah....


Next time, I'm checking the weather forecast. I promise! In the meantime, I'm a shoo-in, aren't I?


Karen February 20, 2009 at 2:41 PM  

It's not like they're waiting outside for hours in the weather. It's all good.

MaBunny February 20, 2009 at 3:04 PM  

One slip up won't take you out of the running!

Gina February 20, 2009 at 3:09 PM  

If your weather forecasters are anything like the ones here, it won't make a difference if you check anyway.

Debbie February 20, 2009 at 4:37 PM  

Well, they got home, didn't they? So you are still in the running. Now, forgetting to get them home - that's a hard one to talk your way out of.

septembermom February 20, 2009 at 4:51 PM  

Moms do their best every day. It's hard to be part time meteorologists too. Don't we have enough to do? Don't jump out of the competition for mother of the year. I'm sure your kids would give you tons of votes : )

Cookie February 20, 2009 at 5:47 PM  

LOL! Where's that crystal ball when you need it??

Jen February 20, 2009 at 6:03 PM  

I have the opposite problem....sending my son to school in a turtleneck AND another shirt on top and then it'll be like 60 degrees by the afternoon! OOPS! It was in the 30s when he left for school. :) So I feel your pain. :)

Katie Lane February 20, 2009 at 8:59 PM  

I love snow. Thanks for the pictures.

Jeff and Charli Lee February 20, 2009 at 10:23 PM  

Pffftttt... That's nothing. Don't worry, you'll do much worse things than that. You're just getting warmed up. Trust me on this one.

BPOTW February 20, 2009 at 11:16 PM  

At least you thought about rain coats...I often forget jackets alltogether since we load up in the garage. I would gladly award you with Mother of the Year award :)

Thanks for sharing with BPTOW!

Michelle February 21, 2009 at 8:02 AM  

Karen - I knew there was a reason I liked you :) Thanks!

MaBunny - Yeah... it's just one slipup. Yep, only one. I promise, no others. Ever.

Gina - True. We were told to beware 7 inches by this morning and ummm, yeah. I think maybe it snowed a tiny bit overnight, but nothing close to seven inches. Or two, for that matter.

septembermom - True. The wee ones are Chicago born and bred. I'm sure they'd stuff the ballot box for me!

Cookie - I don't know. It's lost somewhere in the office. Maybe it's under a pile of PTO stuff or unfiled but paid bills or....

Jen - Now THAT sounds like my mom, who's perpetually cold. We should dress our children together and maybe come up with the right outfits.

Katie Lane - Love snow. *sigh* I love snow, too. When I'm in Colorado and skiing. For three days.

Jeff - Thanks for the encouragement. I always know I can count on you!

Vicki - That is the one advantage of taking buses to school, I suppose. And thanks for your vote..

BloggessJ February 21, 2009 at 8:49 AM  

But you live in the midwest....The weather changes every 10 minutes.

Brenda Jean Hyde February 21, 2009 at 9:38 AM  

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA Visiting from BPOTW. That's funny-- because it makes me feel like I'm not alone in my status of Mother of the Year NOT. My one teen refuses to wear anything but a hoody, no gloves, won't zip it up and NEVER wears boots. I just know people look at him and say "Man, is his mom off buying booze and cigarettes instead of winter stuff? What a pig." They don't see the winter coats, gloves and boots sitting here-- ready to wear. Grrrrr...

Angela February 21, 2009 at 11:08 AM  

LOL I am sure they will forgive you. the kids probably didn't even notice. I do not remember (now) ever being cold - or hot - as a kid. I just remember loving snow. Now, granted, your wee ones probably see a LOT more snow than we did growing up in TN! But still...

Brenda February 21, 2009 at 3:30 PM  

Yes, it happens. No matter how hard we try to be supermoms, we mess up now and then :)

Michelle February 21, 2009 at 6:41 PM  

Jamie - You make a good point. Except that I've spent the great majority of my life in the midwest and should know this by now :)

Brenda Jean - Nahh... for a high school kid, you expect them to do things like this. For a PREschool kid, c'mon use your head mom :)

Angela - Yeah, the wee ones were totally find with it. It was really my mom who had an issue with it. But still. Shame on me.

Brenda - Just every now and then, right? Now on a regular basis at ALLLLLL!

Vanessa Rogers February 24, 2009 at 7:59 AM  

Sorry this is so random, but I noticed you used the term "wellies" I had never heard that word before my friend from Oregon used it, but she said that she had picked it up from an English fellow... is it a common word where you are from?

Michelle February 24, 2009 at 6:17 PM  

Vanessa - I think it is of English origin. I lived in Belgium for awhile and probably picked it up there. Plus, that's (I think?) what Winnie the Pooh calls them. I really don't know what people call them around here. I've never heard someone else refer to them I don't think!

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