Snow Day

It’s inauguration day. The rest of the country is enjoying pomp, circumstance and the varied wardrobes of our first ladies.

But in Knox County, we’re up to our eyeballs in children—children who would have been at school today were it not for three-quarters of an inch of the powdery white stuff on our streets.

Joy of joys, it’s a snow day.

Yes, I know. This is a golden opportunity to create family memories of sledding, hot chocolate and stories beside a crackling fire. But with barely enough snow to make angels on the lawn and temperatures close to twenty, this snow day is just an excuse for a giant play date.

We are the kind of parents who say things like, “We want to have a home where kids want to hang out. We’d rather have them here so we’ll know what they’re doing, and that they’re safe.” But after the third stint of bundling and unbundling followed by eating, I was questioning the wisdom of this.

The truth is that as a 42-year-old mom of three, solitude is my most valued commodity. Last night, at the tail-end of a three-day weekend, I had grand plans to spend today organizing recipes and ordering pictures from Snapfish, which I would enjoy immensely in the peace and quiet of my empty home. My dreams were crushed by the news that Knox had gone along with the surrounding (wimpy) counties and canceled school.

There was a time when I enjoyed snow days, like a good mother. When I was mom to a second-grader and a preschooler, my days were less demanding. The end of the school day didn’t signal a mad dash to get to gymnastics on time or throw dinner on the table before a 6:00 soccer game. I didn’t need a list to make sure I met all critical family needs. Having a day where I was forced to have quality time with my family didn’t mean I’d be up until midnight finishing chores for several nights in a row.

Plus, I didn’t make plans for myself that didn’t include kids, like an interview at town hall or lunch with a friend. So I wasn’t disappointed when my day was stolen from me.

That seems like only moments ago. And I know that in a few short years, these very demanding days of managing three busy, non-driving kids will be just a memory. That means I need to cherish the beautiful moments that keep me from jumping off the crazy train.

Late this afternoon I decided to escape the house for a minute with a quick trip to the store for a loaf of bread and my life-sustaining Diet Coke. I announced my intentions to our bonus room, where three girls were shrouded in an enormous fort, constructed with most of our bed linens. At least I thought there were three girls.

“Who’s in here?” I asked, not sure I’d heard three voices respond.

“Lexi and I are in here,” replied my older daughter, Annie. “Laurel’s in the bathroom. She said she wanted to try peeing in a Tupperware container.”

I’m not sure that it qualifies as a beautiful moment, but it was good for a chuckle—on a snow day.