When the kids were younger—think preschool through first grade—I used to dread snow days. I desperately needed an empty house despite the weather, not only to try to bail the water out of my freelance career, but also to maintain my sanity. And it never failed, snow days always fell on the only two days of the week that I had prepaid for preschool and/or had a deadline. It all seemed like some grand conspiracy.
Now I love snow days. Both kids are old enough to entertain themselves with books and board games and, okay, I loosen up a little on the Wii rules, too. They can play outside by themselves without coming back in every three seconds to have me retuck their mittens into their sleeves and empty all the snow out of their snow pants. We can actually go sledding and not have it end in tears. We can make cookies or doughnuts or snow cones or all three. (Actually, we always did that, but it's a lot less messy these days.)
I know you moms and dads with younger kids are hating me a little right now, but just think—in a couple of years, this too can be yours!
I'm not helping, am I?
Okay. We'll talk later. You're all scaring me with your hateful laser-beam eyes.