Leigh Ann Pruitt is an RES parent and chairperson of this year’s Reflections Contest. She graciously agreed to share her thoughts about the effects of this school year’s weird winter weather on everyday life at the Pruitt house. Thanks, Leigh Ann!
Remember back to our first snow day? (Was it December? I’m not really sure anymore.) Today is Day 17, and I’m wondering if tomorrow might be Day 18. In my house, no one wants to go outside anymore. No sledding requests, no snowman requests…nothing.
Back on one of the early snow days, we did go outside to play – we really did! It took us about 15 minutes to get everyone zipped, buckled, boots on, mittens on. They would stay out for ten minutes, come back in, and leave something like this at the front door. Awesome.
I’ve come to realize that snow days can bring two extremes out in us. First, there are the days when we are as much, if not more, excited than the kids. On these days, we are the first to throw snowballs, break out the sleds, begin the snowman, and get the hot chocolate ready. Then there are the days that we literally weep when the phone rings at 5:30 in the morning, knowing exactly what we will hear when we pick up: “Hello. You have an important message from Goochland County Public Schools. To listen to this message, please press 1.” Sound familiar?
Note to working parents: I commend you. I cannot imagine the childcare (re-) arrangements required by this school year. They add another layer of complication, and you each deserve a gold medal for having done it.
I love a snow day. (Notice I said “a snow day,” as in ONE snow day.) I love the surprise break it gives to the schedule, and the excuse to watch a movie, pop popcorn, bake cookies, and sleep a little later. But once snow days became our normal schedule, challenges began. We stayed up late, slept late, and had zero structure to our day. No hairbrush was touched for days (which led to one girl cutting the gigantic tangle out as a solution, which, in turn, led to an emergency hair cut). And pajamas were just traded for different pajamas. Each day it seemed okay, because at the time, we had no idea just how many snow days we would have. Before I knew it, snow days that had once looked like this:
had morphed into days that looked like this:
So here we are: waiting to hear about tomorrow and waiting to hear how today’s snow day will impact the necessary school hours; wondering if my second grader has forgotten all the continents for her upcoming test, and why my preschooler forgot the name of her best friend at school. (True!)
But in the midst of this, we’ve become pretty good at navigating a snow day, right? In my house, my girls are brushing their hair every day now, no matter what. I’m sure you have adjusted your original snow day protocol, too.
But we can do it, Roadrunner parents and teachers! The end is in sight. If you’re like me, you look at the 10-day forecast regularly, checking for better weather. And I have news: it’s coming! We’ll see each other at the pool and say, “It’s so hot today!” I promise.
So tomorrow might be another snow day…at this point, we’re experts.
Snow Day 18, bring it.