I never signed up for “A Complaint Free World”. Which is good, because now I am freed up to complain about snow days. I don’t think I would have much to complain about if I didn’t shoot myself in the foot and marry a teacher.
So here we are at home…me keeping my fingers crossed that patients will cancel (I’m not supposed to admit that) and him…doing…a whole lot of nothing. I’m jealous. And I shouldn’t really say he does nothing. Because he does stuff–work stuff, house stuff…but the important factor is he is doing this stuff AT HOME. While I am AT WORK.
Granted, by noon, when I have to be at work, it is supposed to be raining. So, realistically there is no reason why people should cancel. But when other people aren’t working, it is like a disease and I feel like I should not be working either.
I feel that snow days, much like summer vacations, is a tradition that should be carried over into adulthood. All in favor?
I'm Thinking Too Hard! 
Yeah, I married a teacher, too. She’s home. I’m not. Ugh.
I’m so over it! He said to me this morning “I haven’t had a full week since we got back from Christmas break”. Well. That’s just great for you. I don’t have a day off until MAY.