One of the benefits of growing up in the northeast is the potential of having a “snow day”. Oh, how we remember that feeling when we woke up to the snow and found out school was canceled: A luxurious, unexpected freedom-suddenly a day with no responsibility, and the hardest decision to make was between having large or small marshmallows in your hot chocolate after playing in the snow. A hard choice, but an awesome one.
So last week when we (as thirty something adults) woke up to a phone call (those new fangled automatic call things they have nowadays…) letting us know school was canceled, our immediate reaction was a hint of that old excitement: “SNOW DAY! YES! Time to sleep in and play in the snow and have hot chocolate and make cookies and and and…!”
Yeah. Until about 7.5 minutes later when we were reminded that snow days are NOT for the parents. They are not fun. They are not relaxing. They are not lazy and cute and cozy.
They inevitably end up with children bickering. They end in snowballs to the face, thrown maliciously (albeit gleefully) by older brothers. They end up with spilled hot chocolate, complaints of “this is boooooring!”, and an impressively fast destruction of a once (relatively) clean house.
And then it gets worse, because you realize-there will be no bags printed today. There will be no quiet planning of new designs over a cup of tea. There will be no leisurely drive to the post office to mail orders.
There will be no Meatbagz today. At which point our choices are these:
2. Abandon our children, our homes, our way of life, and run off to a fabulous house on a warm coast somewhere and hope that we’re never tracked down to face the music.
3. Figure out a Plan B.
So we go with #3 (although it was a really tough decision). And we call each other. We compare snow day stories, we roll our eyes and talk about the abuse we’ve so far endured from the kids, and slowly we realize that even though the day has not gone as planned, this is part of why we do this crazy Meatbagz business to begin with. We get to call the shots. We get to discuss our work over the phone with each other. We e-mail design ideas. And we put those orders ready to ship in a big plastic bag for our lovely mail lady to pick up (with a smaller bundle of “I’m sorry I’m making you take all this mail especially during the holidays but I’m totally snowed in and my driveway is a deathtrap” cookies).
And in realizing all of this, some of that panic and stress starts to melt away. Sure, the kids will still bicker, but we can waylay that with a special showing of The Muppets Christmas Carol and some popcorn. The house may be trashed, but hey-toys can be picked up and put away, spilled hot chocolate can be cleaned up, and by tomorrow we’ll be plowed out. So although snow days aren’t really for us anymore, we don’t have it so bad. We aren’t stuck in traffic in bad weather, we aren’t trying to find babysitters for our kids so we can get to work. We are tucked away in our own houses, watching our kids enjoy THEIR snow day. And that’s pretty darn awesome.