Why is it that snow days aren’t nearly as much fun for adults as they are for kids?
I remember wishing hard to hear those musical words — “No school today.” — every time it snowed. But nowadays, I groan every time I see snow in the forecast.
Unfortunately, we’re set to get a lot of it this week. Here’s how I coped today:
— Sleep until noon. Upon waking, spend another hour or so in bed, working on MS revisions. (The contest deadline I’m working toward is Thursday, Dec. 15.)
— Shovel the deck. (Yuck!)
— Spend so much time shoveling that you don’t have enough left to dig out your car and get to work by 3 p.m. (Yeah, I know it doesn’t look too bad. It probably wouldn’t have taken all that long.)
— Make your way through the snow to the office, stopping at the gas station on the corner to take advantage of the sale on Diet Dr Pepper (2 for $2.22).
— Trudge back home as snow falls again, piling on to the already-high snowfall total (13 inches as of Tuesday at 6 p.m.) Hey — at least it meant I snuck in some activity today, right?
Doesn’t sound like much fun, does it? I’d much rather have a child’s snow day schedule, which looks more like this:
— Bundle up in winter wear.
— Sled, build snowmen and jump in snowbanks.
— Head inside for a hot lunch/drink/snack.
— Go back out to play some more.
— Fall into bed, exhausted but happy.
I often say that I love snow when I don’t have to shovel it or drive in it. Seriously. If I could just sit inside with a book and a hot drink, watching it fall, I’d be happy as a cat curled up in a ray of sunshine. Since that NEVER happens anymore, I’d rather see rain any day.
How do you feel about snow? Is it a boon to your mood or bane of your existence?