My Morning Snow Day Routine
It starts with a phone call at dawn (between 6 or 6:30 a.m.) with the news that school is cancelled. I lie frozen in bed momentarily hoping the phone ringing didn't wake the kiddo, listening for any change in breathing or toss or turn coming from his room as I mentally run through all of the meetings or to-dos I had planned for work or home that day.
I note who I have to email to reschedule or cancel meetings with as I now have to remain home with the kiddo. I realize that this may be the only time all day that I'll have to complete a focused, coherent thought for writing, and jump out of bed adeptly tiptoeing around the creaks in the hardwood floor, stopping outside the kiddo's door to shut it a bit to block any light or noise and hopefully keep him sleeping a little longer. My mind races with what I can plan for us to do to give the day some structure.
I creep down the stairs and quickly check out the windows to judge how badly the snow is in our neighborhood. I quietly put together a cup of tea or a light coffee drink and I check the cupboards for ingredients we have on hand to find something we can make together muffins or cookies or pizza? I fire up my laptop to email the people I had things scheduled with or something due to submit. Only I usually get distracted by an interesting email or Twitter follower and within 10 to 30 minutes of being out of bed, I hear the kiddo plop down from bed and pad into our bedroom to check if his dad's home from travel or a late night of work, then the stairs begin to creak as he pads downstairs to me. Do I go greet him at the bottom of the stairs, or do I let him find me at the dining room table? The latter. I can sign off this email and hit send if I sit here these six seconds while he looks around and follows the lights to me. Goodbye me-time.Continued on the next page