Technically it’s a ‘the roads are crap and about to get crappier because of freezing rain so all school transportation is cancelled but if you want to drive 35 minutes one way so that your kids can sit in an almost empty classroom, be my guest’ day. Since I’m not much of a technical person, we’ll stick to today being a snow day and me not navigating the drive.
This is also the only day the kids have ever slept in. They didn’t wake up until 8:37 AM, give or take a minute. Why does this not happen on weekends or holidays? Seriously, I want to know. Is it a symptom of a medical condition? Perhaps Antisleepinitis?
Anyway…I celebrated this blessed miracle with a quiet moment to myself curled up in an armchair, cradling a coffee. Several hours later and I’m curled up in a different armchair cradling a tea brewed in my university teapot purchased in Wales and poured into my Welsh university mug. This just goes to prove that I did not only drink beer during my stay in Wales. No matter what anyone says.
Now you’re thinking, “Damn, that woman is a lazyass.” But I don’t feel guilty at all. I work from home and for myself, which means I have no set hours and sometimes find myself in front of my keyboard writing or swearing at spreadsheets – which were invented by evil people, true story – when anyone not a vampire is tucked in bed. The flip side is that I can make executive decisions like, “Today is a snow day.” This makes D very bitter and grumbly because though he too works from home, it’s for someone else, so he’s accountable to The Man, whereas I’m only accountable to The Woman and she can change her mind on a whim. She’s cool like that. Also, apparently a bit unhinged since she (me) is now speaking about herself in the 3rd person.
Back to Snow Days.
The kids didn’t get off scot-free today. I conned them into thinking homeschooling for an hour or so would be fun. They set themselves up on the laptops and PG did math games while Bou read up on the topics they are studying in science class. See? The Woman is also wily.
A bit of snow removal at our house and at a friend’s rounded out Bou’s morning. And there was no grumbling about his broken arm. He volunteered. While he shoveled, PG cleaned her room and made her bed. That extra sleep was a miracle. If only I knew how to reproduce it.
Now they’ve earned that undeniable right of Snow Days – lazing in front of the TV, curled up under blankets. I won’t take all their childhood fun away. I’m not a monster after all.
Got to go…a couch, a blanket and giggling kids are waiting for me.
What’s your favourite Snow Day memory?