Leslie and Ben were pulled from a surprisingly peaceful sleep by three small children jumping up and down on their bed.
“It’s snowing! It’s snowing!” the voices cried in unison.
“There’s a bazillion feet of snow outside,” Sonia yelled.
“Okay, monsters,” Leslie’s groggy voice croaked out. "Stop jumping before you hurt yourselves. Ugh, babe, what time is it?“
Ben groaned and rolled over to check is phone. “It’s 3:45, and I apparently have 5 messages.”
Leslie tried to calm her hyper children as Ben listened to his voicemail.
“Well, the kids aren’t exaggerating by all that much. A pretty bad snow storm must have blown in overnight. There’s about 6 inches on the ground right now, with at least another 8-12 inches expected throughout the day. Indiana has declared a state of emergency, and I just gave the okay to send out the snowplows and close City Hall. Sorry, honey, looks like we’ll be working from home for the next few days. ”
“Yay!” Wesley hollered. “Mommy and Daddy are gonna stay home and play with us.”
Stephen screamed his appreciation before throwing himself on top of his father.
“Okay, guys,” Ben grunted as his son slammed into him, “I know you’re excited about playing in the snow, but it’s still way too early.”
“How about this,” Leslie compromised. “You three go back to bed and promise to be good and quiet until the sun comes up, and then Daddy will make your favorite breakfast, we go play outside for as long as you want, and then we come back inside and warm up with some hot chocolate.”
“With mini marshmallows?”
“Yes, with mini marshmallows.“
The children apparently agreed to the terms and scrambled off the bed and ran back to their rooms.
Leslie fell back onto her pillows and snuggled into Ben’s side. “This is gonna be a long day.”