Anna, my niece, had a two hour delay this morning… which happened to turn into the school closing for the day… I’ll get back to that… so… she’s not feeling the best, has a sore throat and stuffy head… and when she has a sore throat it is really hard to get her to eat ANYTHING… her mom brought her some Jimmy Dean Pancake and Sausage Minis (which Emma and I rather enjoy) and a Mandarin oranges single pack… I warmed up the minis and… drained… the… oranges… oops! I didn’t know I was not suppose to drain her oranges… Jenn, my wife, always drains her fruit… the funny thing is I always eat mine with the juice… so I was informed that I should ALWAYS ask before draining the juice… she doesn’t eat the minis but eats the oranges… I ask her if she would like some oatmeal, at which her response is: “Oatmeal is real? I didn’t know that… I heard it once on Elmo… I didn’t know it was real.” Of coarse she didn’t like it… so I had oatmeal for breakfast.
So… Anna has been the Student of the Week this week and has already missed a day because of snow… and today is Pajama Day at school (which she was REALLY looking forward to) so thinking there is a two hour delay I get the girls ready and head out to drop Anna off at school… turning on to the road to the school I don’t see the typical traffic that is coming and going in the morning after a delay… then I notice there is NO traffic entering or exiting the school… and there is only 3 cars in the parking lot… I quickly call Melissa (Anna’s mom) and get her voice mail… so I call Jenn… and ask if she can check something for me… she confirmed what I already knew… snow day.
I have a complete meltdown in the backseat of the truck… she is totally bummed. I get her home and she just sits in the truck… it takes some convincing but I get her in the house. Knowing that she has only had a serving of fruit to eat… and that there is a couple of hours until lunch.. I offer to make her a jelly sandwich… with the saddest face imaginable she gestures at her lunch box and sobbingly tells me she packed her lunch today… failing miserably to convince her it wouldn’t be for lunch but a kind of half breakfast… so… I unpack her lunch and put it on a plate for her. Being the sensitive uncle that I am, and knowing that she enjoys her chocolate milk, I make her up some using some of the Hershey’s syrup we have… she doesn’t like it… it… doesn’t… taste… like… McDonald’s. I trade it out with some orange soda, which is always a hit, and turn on some cartoons for her to watch… we’re all good.
As of right now she’s in good spirits… I’ll see if I can get some chicken noodle soup down her later… I have my doubts.
