1. Never underestimate the power of a little snow and a lot of ice to paralyze Atlanta.
Yes, I know they overreact. Yes, I know they don't know how to drive. Yes, I know they don't have the equipment. But, when it comes down to it, you can't drive on ice.
And ice is what you get in the South once the snow sticks.
Throughout the day I watched the snow start to fall, slightly concerned about the kiddos getting home from school. But, from past experience, I assumed at the earliest hint, or even possibility of difficulty, school would be released. Apparently Cobb is very conservative, but Fulton is notorious for waiting too long and getting stuck. Information that would have been useful.
After a 1:45 early dismissal and rumors of bus issues the gang's moms began an endless flurry of texts, messages and information exchange as the situation developed. Unfortunately, with my pneumonia I couldn't enact my idea of walk to the school, gearing up the kids and walking home. I thought it would be a grand adventure. Of course, I wouldn't actually be the one to shepherd the boys home, but details...
2. Never underestimate the goodness of teachers and friends to rescue your kids when you're homebound with pneumonia.
With conflicting reports of buses leaving, Matts and Gray's teachers started to contact me directly and advised coming to get the boys because the buses weren't even making it to the school. Bless them for staying after school and keeping our kids happy and secure. A Dad down the street borrowed his sons truck and was off. He had no problem getting there, but getting home was another issue. They ended up piling out and starting the trek home, which included at stop at Wendy to unthaw :). Two other Moms gathered all our cold weather gear and rushed (walking) to meet them.
(Mostly hats/gloves/scarfs, but I threw in an extra coat, just because).
Just because=Gray forgetting his coat at school.
3. Never underestimate the resilience of your kids. At 6pm, after walking home 2miles in the snow, Matts and Gray burst through the door begging to go sledding.
After an afternoon of fretting, praying and prepping (I had my bed set with a heater running, multiple blankets, clothes warming in the dryer) Matts and Gray burst through the doors, rosy cheeked and begging to go sledding. A quick clothing change (into actual snow clothes) and they were off.
It was a crazy, crazy afternoon. I'm grateful for prayer, friends, teachers and above all these wonderfully strong spirits that I am blessed to call my sons.
3.1 Remember to teach your kids to make snow angels.
It may seem simple enough, but as C demonstrates, it can easily get turned around :)
Oh, and in the meantime, I had a delicious dinner brought by a sister in our ward (Mom and Dad-Sister Pehrson) and C was picked up by our lovely neighbor down the street to enjoy the snow. She's also graciously hosting all my boys' snow filled fun while I nestle in bed