Those of us on the northern east coast received a big surprise in the form of yet another noreaster dumping over a foot of snow. I remember the winters of almost no snow and loving those little 6" snowfalls. Now we are on winter #2 where our snow falls for each month is in the double digits. That is big for us New Jersians who love our generally temperate winters.
Yesterday and last night we ended up with more than a foot of very wet, hard to shovel snow. Every child in the tri-state area was ecstatic because it landed us with yet another snow day. Parents lament at the thought of our children home yet one more day PLUS we got to shovel out from a foot of very heavy snow. (My back is killing me as I write!)
In all of the lamenting and irritation of having to put up with my kids (as well as my nephews who simply love playing in our court instead of at home ;D) you have to smile. There is something about watching kids sliding down piles of plow made hills soaked to the bone and red faced but smiling all the while. I remember that kind of exuberance. I remember when I found out we had a snow day that you weren't thinking "yay, I can sleep in" you went to bed dreaming of huge snowball fights and epic sled races. No where in your consciousness did you think of being cold, wet and tired. Only our parents remember that part.
So instead of working I will sit here in my office and watch Jordan and his friends sliding down the 6' "hill" yelling and screaming and throwing snowballs... having the time of their life.