When I was a kid, snow days meant sledding, building snowmen and/or snow forts, and hot cocoa.
Now they mean (possibly) braving the roads to get to work. Or, alternatively, taking a personal day because day care is closed, and I can’t face driving in this crap anyway.
When I was a kid, snow days meant SNOW. Huge drifts of snow — three, four feet of snow.
Not snow, then freezing rain, then ice, then more snow. I don’t mind snow. I thought we would even go outside to play today, but my yard is a sheet of ice under two inches of fluffy snow.
I cannot say we didn’t venture outside at all. We packed everything up and came home from the in-laws’ next door. The furnace is running again, huzzah! It will be nice to sleep in my own bed.
I don’t know what my mom did on ‘snow days’ when I was four years old. After all, she would have had a two-year-old and a newborn at the time.
In lieu of playing outside, Monkey and I baked cookies — more on that later — and played on the computer while Bun napped. It was a pleasant day.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go check the weather for tomorrow. Because I will have go to work tomorrow (that is Thursday) without fail. I am already taking a vacation day on Friday — and Monday — and so it’s imperative for me to go in.
I’m hoping they are salting and plowing like crazy out there.
Countdown to Burgh Moms (and possibly a dad or two) dinner: One day!