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Feb. 25th, 2016 07:44 amThe school district sent out an email a little after 9 last night to let us know that there would be no school today because of the weather (it snowed all day yesterday then started raining then froze and snowed more). Oddly, they didn’t follow up with the usual phone call. I’m very surprised by that because the phone call is a much more certain way to let families know that there will be no school. I spent most of the night waiting for the phone to ring, and it didn’t. The district also didn’t update their website to reflect the closure until some time after I went to bed last night (10:45). That puzzles me even more than the lack of phone call because I would have thought that the site should be designed so that updates of that sort are easy to make.
I have queried the local parenting Yahoo list, and it sounds like no one got a phone call. The district website still claims that they will call, so I have no idea what to think. Hopefully, this is a one time glitch. Email is not a great way to notify parents that there will be no school.
I don’t think that waiting for the call that didn’t come was the entire reason I slept badly. That had a lot more to do with sinus pain. I tried sleeping in our bed, and, by the time I realized it wasn’t going to work, I would have had to move everything to the living room in the dark and try to get myself comfortable. Apart from my head hurting, I was warm and comfortable in bed, and that made the idea of getting up very unattractive. Past experience shows that the living room is a lot colder than our bedroom.
I may try to nap on the loveseat later today. I’m not sure how feasible it will be, but trying might be worthwhile because I’m sure that lack of sleep isn’t helping me recover. Of course, if I want to do that, I need to do it before 2 p.m. because that’s when the cleaning lady comes. There’re a bunch of things I ought to do before she arrives, and I rather suspect I’m not going to manage most of them— I wore myself out last night just folding and putting away two shirts and three pairs of pants.
Scott decided that, apart from presents, he didn’t want to try to do any birthday related stuff yesterday, not with him and me both still sick. He doesn’t like sweets when he’s sick, so the idea of cake wasn’t at all appealing to him. We didn’t see going out for dinner as a good option— We had no interest in sharing our germs, and Scott still hasn’t gotten his appetite back. Plus, the roads were pretty thoroughly terrible. I don’t think going out for dinner would have been safe.
Cordelia gave Scott a Charles Stross book, part of the Laundry Files series. I gave him a set of drill bits and a pressure cooker. He had tagged those as high priority on his Amazon wishlist, and I was pretty certain nobody else was going to buy them. Well, his parents might have bought the drill bits. I don’t know. Scott’s brother sent him a copy of the Firefly board game.
I have queried the local parenting Yahoo list, and it sounds like no one got a phone call. The district website still claims that they will call, so I have no idea what to think. Hopefully, this is a one time glitch. Email is not a great way to notify parents that there will be no school.
I don’t think that waiting for the call that didn’t come was the entire reason I slept badly. That had a lot more to do with sinus pain. I tried sleeping in our bed, and, by the time I realized it wasn’t going to work, I would have had to move everything to the living room in the dark and try to get myself comfortable. Apart from my head hurting, I was warm and comfortable in bed, and that made the idea of getting up very unattractive. Past experience shows that the living room is a lot colder than our bedroom.
I may try to nap on the loveseat later today. I’m not sure how feasible it will be, but trying might be worthwhile because I’m sure that lack of sleep isn’t helping me recover. Of course, if I want to do that, I need to do it before 2 p.m. because that’s when the cleaning lady comes. There’re a bunch of things I ought to do before she arrives, and I rather suspect I’m not going to manage most of them— I wore myself out last night just folding and putting away two shirts and three pairs of pants.
Scott decided that, apart from presents, he didn’t want to try to do any birthday related stuff yesterday, not with him and me both still sick. He doesn’t like sweets when he’s sick, so the idea of cake wasn’t at all appealing to him. We didn’t see going out for dinner as a good option— We had no interest in sharing our germs, and Scott still hasn’t gotten his appetite back. Plus, the roads were pretty thoroughly terrible. I don’t think going out for dinner would have been safe.
Cordelia gave Scott a Charles Stross book, part of the Laundry Files series. I gave him a set of drill bits and a pressure cooker. He had tagged those as high priority on his Amazon wishlist, and I was pretty certain nobody else was going to buy them. Well, his parents might have bought the drill bits. I don’t know. Scott’s brother sent him a copy of the Firefly board game.