The Blizzard Apocalypse the meteorologists talked about for a week straight rolled in this morning. It turned out the storm mostly missed us. But, because the snow it did dump fell during the morning's school bus commute, our school district canceled classes.
Having grown up in the Midwest, I completely understand the glorious thing that is the Snow Day.
The unexpected break from school and the brand new snow to go wild in. Refusing to change out of your pajamas just on principle. The hot chocolate savored, movies watched, and games played with whichever parent or guardian drew the short straw (or long however you look at it!) to stay home and have their own snow day.
I was that parent today. And I had epic plans for the day as I went to bed last night. Those plans involved snowmen and homemade cookies and crafts. I imagined relaxing and enjoying a quiet day at home with my kids.
I am here to confess and announce: I am the Lamest Snow Day Mom Ever.
None of my plans came to fruition. Snowmen? No. Cookies? No. Crafts? Ahem, that would be a big NO.
I spent most of my day tied to my desk working. (Apparently the banking world carries on even if the education world doesn't.) By 11 am, we had accomplished absolutely nothing on the Snow Day To-Do list and my kids were looking glassy-eyed from too much time on their electronic devices.
So, I suggested our first activity of the day: organizing the game closet! Woo hoo! Big points for me in the Snow Day Mom-of-the-Year competition. (Don't be me.) You can guess how that suggestion went over.
Nevertheless, all three made their way downstairs to the game closet, perhaps hoping their efforts would at least result in playing a game together once the task was complete. Think again.
They spent an hour debating the best approach for the task, complaining about who wasn't working and tattling to me about it. As I posted earlier today on Facebook, there's a reason some animals eat their young.
Thankfully, my kids finished their project just in the nick of time and were saved by my neighbor who invited them to come build snow forts and have a snowball fight. My kids were singing her praises, as was I. Three cheers for Neighbor Mom for saving the Snow Day! Hip, hip, hooray!!
Of course, in their rush to get up the street, all three kids skipped lunch and so it was nearly 2 pm by the time they made their way home nearly fainting from low blood sugar. And like a pro, I offered them cold, leftover pizza. (How am I not featured in Parents' Magazine?)
Eventually, around 3:30 pm, I emerged from my office as disappointed as my kids for how the day had gone. What a lost opportunity. What a lame day. Can I please have a do-over??
That sentiment reflects the frustration I feel sometimes being a work-from-home mom. Work is always there. When the kids are gone at school, I can focus on it without tension. But, when they are home, I feel the tug-o'-war. Torn between my commitment to my clients and my desire to hang with my kids.
Today I did a terrible job winning that tug-o'-war battle. Will my kids survive? Yes. Is an occasional "boring" day good for them. Yes, that's also true. But, darn it if the whole thing doesn't leave me feeling like I let them (and myself) down a little bit.
After all, I was really looking forward to those cookies.