I originally wrote this on January 6th 2014. I find if amusing that I am sitting in my living room, snuggled under blankets, watching a movie with my teenagers almost exactly the way I was 1 year ago to the day.
The temperature this morning is -8° below zero. I love winter and yet this is too chilly, even for me. The call came in yesterday evening around 5 p.m., schools were closing.
This phone call was exciting! My boys will be home all day for us to enjoy one more lazy, watch TV, play video games, eat snacks, do nothing kind of day. A small extension of their winter break from school.
Recently calls of this nature were a life line of hope while I was working at a day care center. If the public schools closed so did this particular institution. The cancellation of school was a ticket to relaxation.
When I was younger, in the public school system, we didn’t get phone calls. The responsibility of knowing if your child was to be at school in inclement weather rested solely on the shoulders of the parent. The parents had an easy job here. This was news every student in the district would happily receive for their parents. The news station, yes it was singular in my house, would scroll a banner of school closings across the bottom of the screen. Every child would sit, transfixed, to read each school listed. The silent prayers for your school to be closed flooding the heavens. Brothers and sisters would stop their teasing, teeth would go unbrushed, pets would become restless at the silence in the house. Sometimes children would be chased to bed because hopes had not been answered, yet. Sometimes the district wouldn’t make a decision until the morning. At 6 a.m. the TV would come to life, cereal bowl in hand, more prayers…waiting…waiting…
Then it would happen! The announcement would come, NO SCHOOL TODAY DUE TO INCLEMENT WEATHER. Chaos would ensue. Siblings who couldn’t sit next to each other at the dinner table, would suddenly embrace with joy. The cheering was deafening. Parents would scramble to make sure appropriate care was in place for the younger children. Pets would join in with the celebrations with yapping and hissing at the commotion. Nothing compares to the news of unexpected days off from school.
It seems in our technologically advanced era the excitement has not ebbed. Social media was flooded with reports of the closings the moment it happened. My teenagers happily stayed awake as late as they chose. The anticipation of rest and laziness just for the sake of being lazy is almost intoxicating. In my house today I will enjoy the company of my boys while I work. I will bake cookies for the sheer love of warm cookies. I will embrace the calm of a restful day that does not require make-up or jewelry.
Have a warm, restful day.