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Prelude: If you live in one of those enviable climates where the weather is perfect all the time, there is plenty of warmth and sunshine, and you don’t know what it feels like to break your ice scraper while trying to remove an inch of ice from your windshield, this is not a blog post for you.
Yep, the first year that we have a driveway to shovel, a car to clean off from snow (no garage here), and our daughter in daycare (which has snow days as opposed to our nanny, who didn’t), the first snow has come earlier than in many previous years. Most likely it will just be an inch or so, and might turn to rain by morning, so it’s not technically anything to worry about. (Funny enough, my daughter and I had completely different reactions to this not really being a storm. Me: “Oh, good, just a little snow.” Her: “Oh, no, mommy! There isn’t enough snow for a snowman and you promised that when I wore my warm winter coat there would be!” I miss being a kid.)
The potential–extremely unlikely in this case–of having a snow day on Monday got me thinking:
Why can’t we schedule snow days?
I’d really hate to have my daughter’s daycare closed for a snow day on a Monday, for example. It’s a day when I try to be ultra-productive because I don’t get as much work done on weekends as during the week. (Yes, I work on weekends, fellow entrepreneurs please nod!) I’d prefer to have a snow day on a Wednesday or Thursday–a mid-week break for me and a fun chance to hang out with my daughter.
But nobody is asking and as most working families, tonight we’re trying to make a plan for what we will do when we actually do have a snow day. My husband has a job where surprisingly, a boss without kids is extremely flexible in terms of him coming home early or even working from home. He says he will try to work from home on most snow days, unless there is a reason to go into the office. That way, we split the day and both get some work done and throw some snowballs with our daughter outside.
Last year our nanny couldn’t come in one day because there was so much snow that the subway trains weren’t running. I had an important meeting I had to make but my husband had already left for work. (She called after he left.) I was all frazzled cancelling the meeting, emailing people, stressing out and then I stopped myself. Yes, it’s a challenge, yes, timing was horrible, but here I had this chance to just hang out with my daughter and get all silly outside. I forced myself to forget about the stress (not entirely successful) and enjoy the day. I also did 3 things that made that day go smoother, and I thought I’d share them with you here–for your next snow day or sick day, perhaps:
What about your family? What do you do when it’s a snow day and school or daycare is closed? Is it a welcome break or a scheduling challenge?
P.S. On a very unrelated topic, I’ve been “memed” (for the first time ever!) by one of the members of the Work It, Mom! community so watch out for a post with 7 random things about me. (And since I have to tag 7 other bloggers, check your comments soon!)
December 3rd, 2007 at 4:02 pm
Hi Nataly,
Sorry to say I live in one of those warm places. It’s a beautiful part of Australia we are walking distance to the most fabulous beach.
I have no idea what it would be like with ice and snow.
Congratulations on Work It Mom and thanks for including my articles.
Jingle bells.
Carole
December 3rd, 2007 at 4:56 pm
Between sick days and snow days, winter is the season when I wonder why I even bother to have a job! Whenever the public schools are closed, our daycare is closed. And that means that I have to take a day off from work and stay home with our toddler. Last winter I tried negotiating some sharing of this load with my husband, but he’s not very open to it. Maybe lots of men are like this — he seems to feel like his work is “too important” to miss (never mind the fact that I’m a college professor and when I take days off, all my students feel the effects). Well, we’ll see what happens this winter…
December 3rd, 2007 at 5:38 pm
I teach in my local school district, so when the kids are home so am I. When the kids were younger, I’d often have the neighborhood kids along with my own. We always had fun, and I never minded the extra children. It’s all part of being neighbors.