Twenty inches of snow, and we are on our third snow day. Tomorrow will be our fourth. I am glad that I can work from home, because there is so much I want to accomplish for my new employer – a charity I have been involved with for five years. In between emails and phone calls…these are the sounds of a snow day.
Hubs: The server is down at work. I have to go in for awhile and get us back up and running. I’ll forward your RFP to my contact list while I’m at the office.
2-year-old: My need Dora and apple juice!
7-year-old: My throat hurts and I’m tired of watching Nick Jr. Seriously, Mom, how much longer do I have to watch Bubble Guppies?
My mom by phone: Your father is outside shoveling! He can’t be out there. He’ll get hurt. I’m going to tell him you want to talk to him so he comes inside. Don’t say anything.
My dad by phone: Hey. How are you? Your mom just snuck out the back so I didn’t know she left and she is shoveling the front drive. She shouldn’t be out there. She is going to hurt herself. I have to go. Call us later.
Laughing is required. 