SNOW DAY... Or should I say, It's-too-freaking-cold-to-keep-the-buses-running-Day!

It's cold here in Northern Colorado.  So cold that the school district didn't know if they could get the buses started in the morning, therefore stranding kids in below zero weather while waiting for the bus.  They also don't want kids walking to school when the windchill is -24, our predicted morning weather.  I really hate cold weather.

On the bright side, I survived January, finished my last class at Grand Canyon University, finished my application to Colorado Christian University, and have a general feeling of contentment with the choices I have made for my life in the recent past. 

I have been really busy these past several weeks with so many different.  I've written a press release, guidelines for foster homes, reviewed a 501(c)(3) narrative, attended a board meeting, updated my resume, wrote my admissions essay and have the books at work nearly done.  I should be able to send them to the accountant tomorrow - if I don't decide to take the day off work and stay home with the kids watching movies and drinking hot chocolate while staying warm under a blanket on the couch.

My husbands grandfather had surgery six days ago to remove his gallbladder.  The day after the surgery he experienced severe chest pain and was transferred to the cardiac ward where he has been ever since.  He is slightly disconnected with reality and confused due to the pain medications and the doctors haven't been able to give the family a prognosis.  To complicate matters more, he broke his shoulder at the family Christmas party and didn't tell anyone because he was embarrassed...  an 87 year old man, playing basket ball with his 11 year old great-granddaughter fell and broke his shoulder.  I'm not sure what he was embarrassed about.  He told his wife two weeks later when he couldn't stand the pain any longer.  They had finally scheduled surgery on his shoulder when he had to have emergency surgery on his gallbladder.  The situation doesn't look good.  Losing grandparents isn't easy, yet it is a fact of life.  I've lost both of mine - one six years ago, the other this last December.  I haven't even begun to process my own loss; now I have to be there for my husband and children.

So life goes along at its own pace, throwing in the curves along with the easy rides.  Maybe I will call in tomorrow and take a break.