The Year Has Grown Tiresome

Oh where, oh where have my snoooowwww days gone?
Oh where, oh where can they beeeee?
With my snow days cut short and my school year so long...
Oh where, oh where can they be?

Sweet Gummi Mary! Who do you have to know around here to get a snow day? One look at the forecast, and I'm ready to weep. Nary a hope in the next ten days. TEN DAYS! That takes us up to February 3rd!

You know, we can easily absorb two snow days, and still have our precious President's Day holiday. It only means that we would fill in two days at the end of the year, making our exit on May 15th rather than the current May 13th. I'm willing to sacrifice those two days.

It's not that I don't enjoy my job. Okay. So lately, it has become a bit LESS enjoyable. But this time of year, teachers are allowed to have HOPE, by cracky! Hope for an unscheduled day off. At this rate, we might as well be in the middle of September, or April. Nose to the grindstone, same old routine.

And in case Even Steven gets a whiff of this, and decides that Mrs. Hillbilly Mom has been a loyal employee all these years, and deserves a break...we can still miss those two days and ANOTHER FIVE before Mrs. Hillbilly Mom would be saddled with lunch duty at the end of the year.

Not that I have assessed every scenario, of course...