I love snow days. A welcome respite from the routine, a chance to sleep in, stay home and forget about the outside world for a day. I bake cookies, watch old movies that I have seen a hundred times before, read, nap, anything I want to inside the comfort of my home.
This winter, however, the snow days are not the exception they are the norm and I find myself desperately missing the routine of school. Without routine there is no momentum and this is creating an environment where every night feels like Sunday night.
With the possibility of cancellations hanging over our heads on so many occasions, my kids are quickly losing interest in school altogether, and forget about homework. There is nothing to be done, of course, for there is no negotiating with Mother Nature. Sending a new storm each week, she apparently cares very little about the fact that my daughter may be attending seventh grade well into her eighth grade year.
Today, the kids are home once again. I suppose I shouldn’t fret about the lack of momentum or the homework. Eventually, the sun will warm the earth, the snow will melt, and the school kids will get back on track, leaving me wishing for a break in the routine.
So today, I will remind myself why it is that I love snow days knowing that tomorrow is another day, bringing with it…well, actually…the threat of another snow day. I better go stock up on cookie dough.