Yesterday, I was standing at my moms house and I get a call from a 343 prefix which generally means a call from the school but it wasn't 343-5000 which IS the school. I missed the call and called them back. I jumped into a recording that said there would be a two hour delay today. I heard it as did my mom and we both wondered if the snow wasn't supposed to hit until tonight, meaning Wednesday night, why were they issuing a 2 hour delay for Wednesday morning??
But whatever, I have fought CMS and they have won before so I said fine and continued with my day. I went and got shelves and made dinner and went to the movies with a friend it was all good. I even let the girls sleep in this morning because of the supposed 2 hour delay that I still didn't understand but had ceased trying to.
NEvertheless, my eye popped open at seven thirty (Which again today had no arm pain so I was able to sleep that long yay!) and I thought let me see if there's any new snow.
NOpe. Same half an inch that was there yesterday morning when school opened on time. Something in my mind said, "You might want to check the Facebook page." And Lo and behold (I don't get that phrase) THEY WERE OPERATING ON A REGULAR SCHEDULE.
So I commented:
I seem to be the only one in this gargantuan city that got a call saying that there was a 2 hour delay. The ONLY PERSON. Out of probably a million phone numbers that they dial, I'm the ONLY one that got a random call talking about a two hour delay.
This ferschnickity school district has me walking around my house mumbling to myself, like a crazy person, saying that I'm not crazy, but feeling like I am. I DID NOT hear the recording wrong. I just didn't I couldn't have.
I'm not crazy. I swear I'm not.
But don't they say that crazy people are always denying that they are crazy?
Oh God what if I'm crazy???
Right now I need Kamri. When you say you're not crazy at work, she launches into this thing where she says, "Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a padded room. I liked it there. I died there. They put three flowers on my grave. Two went up, one went down. It tickled me. I drove me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once..." And it keeps going FOREVER But oddly I on'y feel better about what was making me crazy in the first place when she does it. When I do it do myself I just feel crazier. More crazy? This is how messed up I am right now, I don't even know my proper grammar.
I think I need more coffee...
Stay frosty Bloggers. We're supposed to get between 4-6 inches tonight so I'm pretty sure I'll be frosty over here. I'm also pretty sure Mother nature just blew my kid's spring break away as well...
I'm going to get more coffee...
