The Snowday

In my line of work, there's one thing that makes the winter months bearable: The Snowday.

Often, any kind of slightly inclement weather will make the county roads slick. You can't have buses full of kids out on those slick roads. And when buses full of kids don't come to school, I have no one to teach, so I get to stay home. And it's awesome.

But, Snowdays can become a sickness. An addiction worse than any kind of drug. Okay, maybe not any kind of drug....maybe they're about halfway down the list.

On the first Snowday, there is rejoicing. Sleeping in. Usually with me, there's a feeling that I can finally accomplish those 20,000 things I never get to on the weekends. Laundry. Cleaning. Baking. Organizing cabinets. Boxing up old clothes. Cleaning the attic. Rearranging furniture. The list is endless.

So I work, the kids play, and we spend the day away. As the end of it nears, though, I start getting anxious. I mean, yeah this Snowday was nice and all, but will I have to work tomorrow? Will we have to get up early? And then my mind races.....

I didn't finish my list! The attic cleaning is only half done!! My bedroom isn't clean!!! Oh, no! I didn't clean the bathrooms! I meant to!

And then, I haven't done anything to prepare for tomorrow! Lunches, clothes picked out, bookbags packed...I'll be late! "Oh, for the love of all that is holy, call off school already!" I scream in my head.

When they do, I instantly calm. Finally, just one more day. One more day to finish everything I didn't get done today, I sigh.

However, as the end of the second day nears, I panic again. Things are still not done. I never did organize the toys in the playroom. Oh, and there are those walls that need painted.... Regardless of how many consecutive days I've missed, at the end of everyone there is an urgency to have just one more...just one more.

It's an addiction. Just like an addict who's supply is cut off, when the snow melts and it looks like I might have to work again, I go through several feelings.

First, it's denial. I mean, the roads could still be bad! Don't they see that? I still have an icy patch here...it's down the street, and about the size of a letter, but seriously!! They'll call it off, I know they will.

When they don't call it off, I get angry. What do they know! Fine! I sure hope nobody wrecks in the morning.

I also start bargaining with God. I offer Him lots of stuff if He could ensure that school would just be cancelled!!

But eventually, I do have to go back to work. It's really hard at first, especially after an extended "vacation." I do it, though, and my Snowday addiction eases........until the next storm.

My name is Tracee, and I am a Snowday-a-holic.