Snow days are different now that I’m an empty nester. Here is what I discovered a few days ago during Juno – the blizzard that fizzled.
You don’t get a call on every device in your house at 5:30 in the morning, letting you know you can sleep in because it’s a snow day.
You don’t need the big grocery cart to do the storm preparedness supermarket run, you can get by with the cute mini cart.
You have to alter your traditional snow day baking habits because you (and/or your partner) don’t need a whole batch of cookies or a whole loaf of cake.
You have to shovel yourself or stay put.
You don’t relax until you’ve heard from each kid that they are sheltered in place for the night.
The junk food you picked up at the grocery store was for you and not your teenage son like you used to pretend.
You realize your day wasn’t all that different from yesterday, which wasn’t a snow day.
© Cari Blake