2 hour delays aren't really worth it for me, because I end up with less than an hour of alone time on a day that I was supposed to have 3 hours alone time. But it wasn't all bad.
Other Queen from Neighboring Kingdom whose chariot encountered, quite unfortunately, a tree and a sign in the icy roads of yesterday, came by with her young princes in tow to pick up said chariot, which I babysat last night in my drive. The young heirs to the throne got to play in the snow this morning while the Queens enjoyed a cup of hot tea each and some pleasant conversation. Then they were off, my princesita off to school, and must pick up the Young Prince, who has been in school since 9, at noon.
Oh, well. We do what our circumstances permit us. The princesita has a playdate with one of her "boyfriends" this afternoon, whose nanny will bring her home when they are done. Yippee! This could be the beginning of quite a sweet alliance...
Now to eat--the Queen is starving.
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I hate two hour delays. I don't get a delay so that requires me to drop Rach at my mother's house and get to work to leave an hour later to pick her up to take her to school. Which makes me miss an hour of work. But I don't want my mother with her two titanium hips out in the ice. We don't need titanium knees too. ;-)
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