Today has been a series of unfortunate events. First, school was delayed two hours for my kids due to the first snow of the season. Such a delay usually isn’t that big of a deal for me, except that I’m staring down the barrel of a deadline for grad school as we speak and have been sick as a dog for the past five days. But instead of writing this morning, I spent nearly an hour trying to locate children’s’ snow pants, boots, gloves and hats so my darling little urchins could play outside for a whopping thirty minutes, and then leave this little present for me…

…of which forced me to use my Mean Mom Voice before 9am.

 To top it all off, this school delay ran into a previously scheduled orthodontist appointment for kid #1, and while I was scrambling around to reschedule said appointment, a snowplow took out our mailbox. Our brand new, two-month-old mailbox.

Did I mention it was the FIRST SNOW OF THE SEASON? And did I mention this was the SIXTH time our mailbox has been hit in nine years? (Wait…yes, yes I have previously documented the dangerous life of our mail receptacle, in this blog.)

So, it’s nearly two o’clock in the afternoon and half of my day has been eaten up by this series of unfortunate events, all caused by snow that has already melted. Some days as a writer, the only words I have consist of four letters.