Jeremy got in late last night. He was out defending what is right in our local Rockville political scene. Since he didn’t fall asleep until midnight, I went to tend to Edda when she awoke at 4 or 5 am. When I go over to her bed, I usually can just curl myself around her and coax her to go back to sleep until we all get up (minus Vince) at about 6 am. And that is just what I expected to happen last night. I was happily sleeping with a quiet Edda at 5:59 am.
And who comes running into Edda’s pitch black room right at 6am? Vince. Delighted at having no school, he’s up a full hour earlier than he usually is. I scold him and tell him that he needs to go back to bed and he exclaims, “It’s a snow day! I don’t want to waste it!”
Then he took Edda and headed across the hall and tumbled into our bed. Oh how I dislike snow days as much as Vince likes them.