Weather Days from Hell

I have a bee buzzing under my trendy newsboy bonnet in the form of the proverbial Seattle “snow day.” It’s every working mother’s nightmare. The robo call comes at 6:30am, “Hello, this is a message from the Seattle Public School District. There will be no school today due to snow.” And if the powers that be are hedging their weather bets you will get the call—“Hello, this is a message from the Seattle Public School District. There will be a two hour delay today.” They might as well say, “This is the Seattle Public School District and your day is Fu#%ed.”

Now, if you’re not from Seattle you may not get this but we don’t have bad weather here. Oh sure, once in a while it snows so mcuh that we can get a sled to go downhill. But this happens about once every two years. Our snow days come in the form of one to two inches of very wet sno cone slush. In my book this is no reason to close school. I think we should have a “four inches or bust” program. I have been told that the knee jerk closures are due to our country’s litigious nature. “Imagine if someone fell on the way to school,” they say.

We are robbing our kids of the opportunity to forge ahead in inclement weather all because the fear of being sued. What will our children be able to hold over their grandkid’s heads when they’re old and gray? “I walked a mile to school in snow up to my waist. Wait; hold on…no I didn’t. When it snowed I stayed home, watched cartoons and tortured my mother while she was trying to get work done on the computer.”

This year we have had four snow days and five late start days. In our house the child care is pretty evenly divided between my husband and myself. My more flexibile work schedule, however, usually means the task of caring for our son on a snow day falls smack dab in my lap. I’m just thankful I don’t punch a clock and work for the man. Try telling your male boss that the ½ inch of melting snow on the ground means you won’t make it in to the office. You might as well just say “I can’t come to work because I just started my period.” Maybe there is a reason why dads get promoted more than moms do. Maybe the snow day in Seattle is really just a male conspiracy to keep working women barefoot and pregnant—with frustration.