The Truth About Snow Days

Snow days when you’re a work-at-home mom mean many things. No scrambling to find a sitter to fill in. No navigating perilous roads with a kid in the backseat on the way to said sitter’s house. No reason to get up early to shower, dress, prep for a day when adults will see you.

And no possible way you will get done with all the work you planned. Hey, you’ve gotta take the bad with the good.

By 8:30 I’d already heard, “Mooooom, I can’t deal with him” about the barking dog. “Moooom, can I call my friends?” and “Mooooom, I want breakfast.”

Yes, she can pour her own cereal. But Mommy was busy typing away, so it made more sense to ask her to do it … right? Right?

I poured the cereal. And added the milk. And put the spoon in. And carried it into the playroom. At least that way it wouldn’t be spilled on the rug.

Then I went back to work.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack. I typed out two emails before the barking began.

The dog wanted to go out. And who wouldn’t? It’s snowing! It’s white and wet and begging to be played in.
Except, of course, when you’re my kid. Don’t you know it’s cold out there? And wet? It’s SNOWING. She looks at me like I’ve got two heads when I ask.

I sigh and go back to work.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

And then: “Moooooom!”

“What?” I yell. Yes, I yell from room to room. It’s how I get things done on snow days.

“Just wanted to tell you I love you!”

Yes, I take the bad. But that’s how I get the good.

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