I have not had a proper snow day this year. I’ve had a couple of days when I got to report to work a little later than normal. I’ve had one day when I got to leave at one instead of five. It was nice having that little bit of extra time, but it’s not the same as a snow day. I have plenty of leave and I could use that to take a mental health day once in a while(I really should do this, both for my sanity and the sanity of my coworkers). I take regular vacations. I’m not someone who works all the time and needs the snow day to feel like I have permission to relax. I still want a snow day.
A snow day is different. A snow day isn’t a scheduled day off that you might end up filling with errands and housework. A snow day isn’t the same as a preplanned vacation with a destination or activity in mind. A snow day is a sudden, unexpected gift. A snow day is a day when you can justify staying at home and doing nothing(not that I should feel the need to justify that). A snow day gives your permission to relax and enjoy life. A snow day is a simple, quiet interlude in a busy, loud life.
There’s nothing like waking up and looking out the window to find a fresh blanket of snow on the ground and the anticipation of the texts telling you work and school are closed. It’s even better when the snow is still falling and you can spend the morning drinking coffee and watching the snow fall. I also watch the local news coverage of the snow with the closings ticker running at the bottom of the screen. I’m weird. It was more fun when the kids were little and we would spend the afternoon playing in the snow, but an excuse to never go out is also good. I don’t even mind shoveling the snow(unless it is a foot or more). I like the exercise and the coffee is extra good after being out in the cold that long.
A snow day makes up for the miserably cold weather of winter. I need a snow day. We have one more shot Sunday night/Monday morning. I’m trying not to get my hopes up, but I’m already anticipating the possibility of a break.