When I was a kid, we lived for snow days. It might be that I am not remembering accurately, but it seems as if we would have several each winter, and they would be two or three days in a row. The end result was always that we had to go to school longer in the summer, but at the same time, we did not have as many No School Holidays as they do now. We had Labor Day and Veterans Day, Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter, President’s Day and Memorial Day, but there was no once-a-month-we-have-Monday-off-for-another-Holiday. So our snow day make-up days would carry us into the second or third of June, but that was it.
Today is our second snow day in a row, and there are fairly good odds we may not have school again tomorrow. I know that I am not capable of shoveling all the snow between our house and the road, so until we get someone with a blade over here, we are not going anywhere. But, rather than look at it as being stuck in the house, I should focus on having this uninterrupted time to catch up on stuff – laundry, dishes, cleaning the hard water marks off the shower walls, all that fun stuff. Meanwhile, my husband and four-year-old are working on serious stuff like bringing up yet more Legos from the basement . . . I will be out shoveling while they are building the City Center in the living room. Now, don’t get me wrong. I am not being disdainful of my husband. He cannot shovel due to his physical disabilities, so it must be left to me, but there is only so much I can do. On the other side is the four-year-old, who wants to know when we are going to be able to go skiing. The funny part is the only time he has ever been skiing is on Wii Ski and playing the Vancouver Olympics on the XBox.
So, here I sit writing, while the hamper is poised at the top of the basement steps waiting to be taken down and sorted and the new load started. And those few pesky items that can’t go in the dishwasher are calling my name. But a snow day is supposed to be a day when you don’t have to do all the things you would normally do, like go to work or school. Therein lies my dilemma. Do I use this “free time” to do what I want to do, or what needs to be done? While I decide, I think I will make a list of the books I would like to read in the near future, and maybe try and get some scrapbook pages done. There will still be dirty clothes tomorrow.