Snow Days in Georgia (or lack thereof) have always been peculiar. As a kid, I remember school being cancelled at the sheer mention of snow. We had several snow days without any actual snow. As an adult, working in healthcare, it’s been even a little more complicated. Because, rain or shine, the mail will come, is not true, but you better believe that if you find yourself with severe abdominal pain, chest pain, or ready to deliver a baby, you’re going to have a healthcare crew ready to make sure you’re not having appendicitis or a heart attack, and ready to deliver your baby if it’s time! We pack our bags and prepare to spend the night (or the week) piled up on stretchers by night and taking care of you by day. Thankfully, working in the outpatient world, I don’t have to move in. We take days off. But not many. We got 4-6 inches of beautiful, soft, white snow, and the very next day our office was open. During a state of emergency in Georgia. Wait, what? Yes, we had to drive into work in the ice and snow and all that. Thankfully, I am married to a mechanically inclined man, who also is skilled in driving in all weather conditions, including snow. Nope, he’s not from the north. I arrived safely at work, but I made sure to tell them that without said hubby, I would have called them from 2 inches from my driveway to tell them there was no way I would make it in! 🙂
The kids and I all experienced riding a sled for the first time. My mom bought them for us last year, during the expected blizzard that gave us not even a flurry. (Insert, the moment my children started to distrust the weather man— “Mom, they said there was a 100% chance!”) Liam ran around saying, “Mmm! Yellow snow! My favorite!” Gross, kid, gross! As you all know, I am the worst housewife. Maybe ever. Delivering babies was the only domestic skill I think I ever had. So, during snow day, I had a wonderful system of catching kids at the door, getting their wet things off of them, and getting them dry before the next trip outside. They were well dressed, well layered, and almost always dry. I was so super proud of myself! 🙂 Let’s note that we did not lose power, because that would have thrown a kink into my perfect plan! The kids and I also made snow cream for the first time. It was fun, and it was yummy, but we weren’t THAT impressed. Sometimes there’s no need to mess up a good thing. 🙂
Snow, in a place that rarely gets any, is magical. I think this year’s snow will be a week that my children all remember.
The Brooks Family 