Texas schools were closed again yesterday for a Snow Day.
If you’re imaging a scene like this picture, or like The Long Winter, remember this was a Texas snow day. The weather hovered around 32 most of the day and about six snowflakes fell.
Forecasters over-predicted a winter storm for the second time in a week. Weathermen had warned of icy roads, sleet, and snow. Houston freaked out and everyone in the city stayed home. No one knows how to drive on ice here, so any threat of frozen anything scares Texans.
During the day yesterday, everyone freaked out AGAIN when the storm didn’t show up. Angry parents ranted on Facebook about having to make-up this day. Employees complained how much work they were missing. Everyone made fun of the meteorologists and their dire predictions that turned out to be nothing.
But was a day off so bad? Was there, maybe, some healing in staying in pjs all day, unable to go outside or accomplish much of anything?
(BTW. I use the term “day off” loosely since everyone knows parents don’t get days off. I’m guessing Ma Ingalls had just about HAD IT during the Long Winter of 1888. If that household was anything like ours yesterday, Ma was bundling the kids up by mid-afternoon and yelling, “I don’t care if you’re cold. Run around outside and not in my living room!”)
Our family needed this No Snow Day. As the kids played board games and watched movies, the momentum and tension oozed out of their little bodies. In the afternoon, I had time to really teach Catie common denominators, which also turned into a long chat about problems much more important than fractions. Elisabeth and Nate took long naps they wouldn’t have otherwise had. Sam, like always, really relished a day he did not have to wear actual pants.
So, thank you, faulty weatherman for the Day Off.
We did Ingalls-style Family Bonding, without any of the actual snow.
How was your Snow Day? Did your family also need a Day Off?
