Raining Cats and Dogs

This morning I was greeted by my team teaching partner saying, "I was really hoping we would be two hours late, today."
She was speaking of her hope that our school would float away in the incredible amounts of rain that fell on Sunday night. Consequently, because all the rain fell on Sunday, there was little chance of school being late on Tuesday. Perhaps she entered a time warp and actually thought today was Monday. Who knows?
That is how things are around my school. On Monday another teacher said, "I am hoping for some major rain so we can get a day off." Wow.
Not much later I heard, "A couple of your kids ran into me." SHe was speaking of my kids, or kid as there was only one boy who made such a mistake to look backwards while walking and run into a self-proclaimed bit#@.
Is this the way things get when a school makes a gigantic transition from a principal who does very little to a principal who puts all of her guts into making a school run effectively. Perhaps there is a culture issue with us all and we really are not in the mood to work. Not well anyhow. Or maybe we are tired. With Christmas (not the holidays) on the horizon who can blame teachers for not feeling rested?
Not this cat. I want to take it all the way. Give me that ball. I am tired of hearing all of the whining and complaining. We do not do what other schools with the same amount of time. Now is the time to be unlazy.