Ok here we go again. I thought we had cleared this up, but on the off-chance that is not the case let me clarify…it’s not you – it’s me. I accept full responsibility for the breakdown of us. Of what we once were, what we thought we’d become, and what we are now. What can I say? I’ve let you down and I’ve let me down. So where do we go from here? We start over. One step at a time. One day at a time. And how do we do that you ask? Well, I for one will start by acknowledging the good that you have to offer. The small things that I took for granted and let go by the wayside. The things that at one time in my life brought simple joy and a smile to my face. And one of those things that you offer that no other season can is the snow day. Yep, the snow day. The best day of life for every child living in a winter climate. The snow day. The only problem is I am no longer a child. And as an adult the snow day has lost it’s magic. Why? Because as an adult snow days mean something else – on snow days the work still has to be done someway, somehow. Whether the work is in an office, a hospital, a restaurant or under the roof of your own home, the work still has to be done. So as the snow continues to fall the work must go on. Or must it?
Last winter, my boys had what my eldest referred to as an “epic” amount of snow days and according to all things weather prediction we should have another “epic” year. I can’t remember exactly how many snow days they had last year, but I do remember that the Friday before winter break was a snow day and the two days after winter break ended up being “cold” days so combined with winter break I think they had three weeks off of school. Now, I know that I can’t three weeks “off” as an adult, but what if I were to take just one day? What if the next time the kids have a snow day I give myself one as well? What’s the worst that will happen? I will miss out on work that will still be waiting for me the next morning? I will have to cancel or reschedule a meeting?
I can only speak for myself of course – but, as a parent, the first thing I feel when I hear of a snow day is dread. Ugh. Who is going to watch the kids? Will I get to the office on time? What about meetings – do I have any meetings – can I reschedule those meetings? And I can’t forget about my deadlines. Those.damn.deadlines. Ugh. If the roads are bad I am going to need to leave the house a bit earlier, but how will I do that because I don’t even know who is going to watch the kids yet? What is wrong with the schools – the roads aren’t that bad. It’s not that cold…don’t they know I have to work!
But what if instead I just take a snow day the next time they have a snow day? And instead of feeling dread I look at it as an opportunity. An opportunity to enjoy a gift from winter. I can take a snow day. I have vacation time and sick time and personal time to use at work, but for some reason I feel guilty using it (hmm…I feel another post for another day coming on).
I can take a snow day. I can put on my boots and snow pants and ski coat and gloves and hat and scarf and play outside with my kids.
I will accept this gift that only winter can give. I will take a snow day. For what it’s worth.