The alarm clock went off bright and early this morning, and I nearly fell out of bed in my anticipation of grabbing the phone and calling work. The dreaded snow-line rarely gives any comfort. In fact, I’m convinced that the recorded voice I hear on the other end of the line — the voice which tells me that the offices will be open as usual despite the falling snow — must come from a tanned individual who resides on the sunny beaches of Florida. Surely someone from New England would see that the weather outside wasn’t fit for man nor beast.
But snowstorm after snowstorm, I hold my breath as I make that call, hoping that maybe I’ll get to spend the day in the comfort of my cozy home. And then, snowstorm after snowstorm, that recording tells me in its monotone voice that the offices are open and that I should probably get shoveling. This snowstorm was no different. Visions of relaxing inside with the hubby all day were instantly replaced with the vision of me outside in the cold and wind, shoveling in the darkness.
I think I stared out the window for a good five minutes, willing myself to be tough. And reminding myself that I wouldn’t melt, even if I would look a tad bit messy. There was this struggle of should I call out of work anyway, since I knew that most of the department would. No one would scold me for taking safety precautions and remaining home during the blizzard. Safety first, right?
But still, I didn’t feel right skipping work, when I’ll have Monday off (due to Martin Luther King Day). So that was that. I had to accept reality and just make the best of it.
Still, there was this moment, when Nate and I were outside shoveling, that I just wanted to throw down the shovel and stomp my way back into the house. I don’t mind shoveling as a general rule, especially when there’s a hot shower and a cup of cocoa waiting for me afterward. But getting sweaty underneath my jacket and also feeling as though my fingers and toes are going to fall off from the cold, just before I go to work for the day? (It never fails to amaze me how I can be so sweaty and yet so cold all at the same time). It was almost enough to send me into a frenzy of tears.
Or into a fit of laughter, which is what I did… twice. Apparently I laugh when I’m exhausted, cold, and getting ready to drive to work in a snowstorm. Good to know.
This guy kindly drove me into work, so that I didn’t have to face the treacherous, country roads. It was his day off too, so he could have still been in bed. Instead he woke up early to help get me shoveled out as well. I love my husband to bits!
Anyway, even if I didn’t get my snowday, I think I made the right decision in going into work. God taught me a few things… Such as how to have a positive attitude, even when things aren’t turning out the way I want. 😉
That being said, it doesn’t mean that I’m not REALLY looking forward to having Monday off. I’m really, REALLY looking forward to it now!
And who knows… The winter season is still young. Maybe I still have a shot at that snow day. 😉
Did you have a snow day recently?