Snow days make working from home hell.
I so wish I had an office to go to in order to escape kids lounging on the couch, ignoring laundry, fighting, spilling food, and acting as if they have a Snow Day From School. The nerve.
Because I don’t.
This is when my worlds collide and I don’t like it one bit.
My part-time working life, the one that allows me to write mid-day than drive carpool and shuffle kids all afternoon and evening, becomes intolerable when schools close early, start late, or gasp – close completely for snow days.
We’re up to snow day #4, with a delay expected tomorrow, and more on the way for Friday. Which is nice, because it’s winter and I like my seasons seasonable: snow in the winter, sun in the summer.
there’s this whole job thing. Where clients and bosses still want work completed, on task and on time, whether there’s 3 feet of snow and neighborhood kids rifling through your pantry or not.
And I’m lucky; my kids are older and I work strictly from home, so juggling childcare and navigating icy roads to work are, thankfully, a non-issue. But working seems even more impossible now than when the kids were younger and the dreaded Teletubbies or hot boys from Zoboomafoo could get me a couple hours of work in.
Yeah, that’s right. I used TV as a babysitter. Anyone that denies doing so is a LIAR. Liar, liar, pants-on-fire.
I got the job done today, snow day #4 with ice coating trees, wires, and roads. It just took me twice as long to do so with constant interruptions of kids laughing, bickering, fighting, then worse – eery silence which is never, ever good.
Then there’s monitoring YouTube, getting kids off Facebook, off the roof, cleaning up kitchen explosions, and explaining why The Hangover is not exactly family friendly.
Snow days are exhausting and stunt the creative process. Except for kids. And dogs.
But there’s snow day magic too: sledding, blogging, reading by the fire, movie marathons, hot chocolate, closet cleaning, lego-mania, and BernDog that beckon.
Wanting to stay all day in pjs and play. Like when the kids were little, except now they can put on their own boots and mittens. And make their own lunches. And hot chocolate. And some for me.
I’m jealous. I want a snow day too. One that keeps the kids in school, work at bay, and me at home with nothing to do but lounge with a book, some hot coffee, and a fire.