Snow Day

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5-6″. Some with up to a foot. Of snow that is. White death. Lock down the city. Get to the grocery to stock up on your milk and bread because it may never thaw and you’d starve. Just the mention of snow and it immediately induces panic in the tristate. It used to be funny and I’d drive in to work and pass accidents and not know what all the hype was about. The roads were usually plowed and salted and not nearly as bad as everyone made it out to be.

I have never called in sick to work and I’ve definitely never missed a single day of work because of snow. Even when everyone else in the office didn’t show up. I remember one year my husband and I had to dig ourselves out of our apartment complex to venture in. There was snow up to our knees that day and I had to dig a tunnel from the road through the parking lot to work just to get in the side door. But I got there because I had to. Because someone had to be there to get the mail and do the money reports and deposit our payments for the day. Plus, it was always okay if you just  took it slow… and didn’t encounter any crazy drivers.

Oh how things change when you have  a new baby. I mentioned before that my babysitter is 45 minutes in the opposite direction of work in a rural area. NOTE TO CITY FOLK: They don’t plow and salt all the roads in these rural areas like they do in ours. They have been snowed in for days out there before because of snow. Yeah, like real milk and bread scenarios.

So it’s a two hour commute for me on the mornings I work on a good day.  I woke up this morning and checked around and then I carefully weighed out the situation: If the roads aren’t plowed out there, the news is saying the highways are one accident after another and one highway i’d be taking on my way in is shut down for clean up of an overturned semi, it’s just hairier than I want to risk with a baby in the car. Driving myself anywhere in any condition is one thing. Driving with her in the car is a totally different ball game. If I wrecked or got hit by someone with her in the car I’d never forgive myself. Plus by the time the roads do get cleared, two hours of driving on a good day (and God knows how long it would take today) that would put me in the office by afternoon time and that’s hardly worth the time or money in gas to do it at all. So for the first time ever I uttered the words… “Snow day”. It’s unheard of! It’s impossible! It’ can’t be true! It is. Hey, there’s a first time for everything.

I swear as I typed the email to the owner I thought I heard the universe gasp at the shock of it all.  I know he doesn’t fully understand  – he’s in sunny Florida and works out of his house so travel in bad weather -hell, travel at all – to get to work is unknown to him. The girls at the office may or may not venture out themselves. I’ve had plenty of days with bad weather that I was the only one there. We’ve got one girl from up north that is, er was I guess, like me about driving in snow that will probably make it in but will probably have her 9 year old daughter in tow since the schools are all closed too. I can’t bring the baby to the office and besides, someone was out yesterday sick again and another is feeling bad now too so I don’t think I’d even want to bring her to work with me if I could.

So, we’re taking a snow day, my little one and I. She can’t really enjoy the sight of a snow yet or making snow angels or having a snow ball fight but to be so clueless, she sure seems happy about it.

Okay, I won’t lie, staring at that sweet face of hers, I am too.

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About stephrader

I am a new mom who went from managing a fast paced legal office to the 24/7 lifestyle of a stay-at-home-mom. I am inspired by everything and writing has always been my outlet. I love that each day offers something new, exciting, breathtaking, philosophical, tasty, funny and yes, sometimes even sad. Check out my blog 'The Write Side of Life'.

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