Nothing To Write

So, what do I write when I have nothing to write?  Do I write at all?  Does it matter?  I guess it should, to me and me alone.  My mom once said to me, "a writer writes."  Not all that profound in the grand scheme of things, but she was calling my bluff that I was going to do something with myself -- creatively -- someday.

So, if a writer writes, here goes writing.

Today was the second snow day in a row, on the heels of a Christmas break that ran more than two weeks, preceding a Martin Luther King Day break of one day for one child and THREE for the other.  Not to be hating on MLKJr. or anything, but really?  Do we need a three-day observance?  I'm not even talking about the fact that this is a private school in suburban Johnson County Kansas.  Maybe a half dozen African Americans enrolled.

In all fairness, two of the days are not technically in observance of Dr. King.  They are, in fact, some teachers' meetings or state school meetings or something that are just riding on MLKJ's coattails.  Which would be nice IF WE HADN'T JUST SPENT MORE THAN TWO WEEKS OUT OF SCHOOL.  Not even counting these snow days, which, of course no one could predict.

Least of all our meteorologists.

Anyway, the kids are at an age now where they can be left at home alone while I do my thing.  If I, in fact, had a thing that I was dedicated to doing.  Snow days are really a burdon on those moms who work, or work out or go out or something while their little ones are in school.  For me, these days are just a good excuse for staying up late (spending quality time with Riley Jane watching Project Runway), sleeping late and eating out.

Some of my friends were thrilled at the prospect of snow days -- teachers (so they could get their bathrooms clean) and moms (because they just cherish all those lazy hours sipping hot cocoa and watching Disney movies with their little angels).  I fall squarely in neither of those catagories and, on second thought, don't really know why those who do are my friends.

All that said, I'm looking forward to getting the kids back into a routine tomorrow, because with their routine comes the promise that perhaps I'll get into one, too.

And I have GOT to get to work finding some new friends.