Snow Day. The most magical words for a kid. A teenager. A physically grown-up teacher lady.One of most glorious memories from my first year of teaching took place in an Essex school. Or rather didn’t take place. I was living in a large three storey house full of young teachers from Ireland. You couldn’t make it up. My friend’s birthday was on a weekday so we had dinner out. Dinner then a drink. Then another drink. We carefully watched the forecast barely daring to hope as we had that next daring tipple. You know the one that will really set in motion Fuzzy Head Syndrome the next day? Yes. That one. The next morning, we awoke to a blanket of fluffy, cotton-tail coloured candy icing and more was falling. Proper fat, tasty, beautiful flakes. With our equally fluffy heads in place we anxiously listened to the radio- and yes. Snow Day all around. A sausage bap and back to bed. Glory.
These days snow day is still a glorious treat but not a relaxed day of napping. As a parent you must entertain. Largely indoors. Today we are having a random day at home. Snowbound. I tried to get the work but this happened.
It wasn’t a skiddy accident and I didn’t hit anything. I just got very stuck. Getting out of my road was an impossibility and the tractor was needed to get my car out of packed snow. So there I was. Monday morning. In the midst of immobility due to the weather that I had most heartedly welcomed a day earlier. Which got me thinking. We often hear of The Seven Ages of Man. But what about snow?
So onto The Seven Stages of Snow.
1. Hope and Joy!
If you are a Christmas fiend like myself, then the idea of Snow is Pleasurable. Capitalised. The word was out. Snow was due on Sunday morning. Lo and behold- there it was. Twinkling, smiling snow. Transporting our world into the Christmas sweet spot. White fairy dust on a Winter morning in the Irish midlands.
2. The Snowman.
A flurry of coats, scarves, hats, boots and we are outside. Rolling, huffing and puffing.
Crunching in biscuity fresh snow. Realising that building a snowman is quite an aerobic workout and there is no way Anna and Elsa could have managed it on their own without magic. I always think of one of my favourite TV shows when snow arrives. The Gilmore Girls. Lorelei’s joy at snow. Also, the snowmen building competition. Their works of art! Then what we manage to make.
3. The Pain Barrier.
The elephant in the room with snow is that it is so cold!! It is almost unbearable. Imagine being a three year old, who is pretty sensitive about her comforts at the best of times, or a two year old who gets stuck in the snow. Only a matter of time until tears arrive. Gigi sobbed over her ‘cold, cold hands Mammy’ (despite gloves) so a hasty retreat is called for. We aren’t used to the Arctic.
4. Warming Up.
I know, I know. My readers will know too. Any bludy excuse and out come the chocolate biscuits with this one. This time the hot, chocolatey goodness in my festive mugs was medicinal.
5. Have Another Go!
All warmed up and then you must get the gear back out of the dryer for round two. Operation Get The Carrot to Stick into Frosty’s Face.
6. Ice and Difficulty. The Death of the Tragic Hero but the renewal of hope for yet another Wonderful Snow Day!
The pretty puffy balls of beauty are actually made of water and create havoc on the road. Driving to work (or anywhere) becomes a pain in the neck once the fun stuff is over. Of course, this too shall pass. And so will the snowman.
It is never nice to witness the melty mess that was your creation.
7. Dreaming about your next Snow Day.
No sooner than the boots are dry, the snowman has departed and the roads are risk free again, you are happily thinking about the next potential flurry and when it may be. Back to living in a Christmas bubble for another few festive weeks!