When we ended up in Cambridge at New Year’s with a foot of snow and sub-zero temperatures, I thought it was actually kind of fun.
Grandma Henrietta tracked down some coats and boots to keep everyone warm, and Hazel got to enjoy her first snow angels.
I figured it’d be the one real dose of winter we’d get. Little did I know.
Two days after we returned home, the country learned the phrase “polar vortex,” and it got down to 6 degrees in Durham. I know lots of people would be happy with 6 degrees this winter, but given that the all time record low here is 4 degrees, it was a bit crazy. The weather validated my post-Christmas sale shopping for new coats, hats and mittens, and I was pleased that the stuff that I had reserved for next season was able to get a bonus use.
Then a week later, the news started talking about the possibility of some evening snow (everyone panic!) and ice (seriously bad). I dressed Hazel up in her “Let it Snow” shirt, my book club got canceled, every school in the Triangle was delayed, and in the end, our deck looked like it got dusted with powdered sugar. It seemed like we all spent a whole lot of time worrying about nothing.
Then just as I was getting ready for our rescheduled book club last Tuesday, the news started to suggest that the winter storm that brought single digit temps in Georgia and Alabama was going to bring us several inches of snow mid-afternoon. This being the south, everyone went crazy. They closed the girls’ school before the kids even got mid-day naps in. And then we waited…
Seven hours later, flakes finally started to fall. The daycare declared they were going to operate on a two-hour delay, which seemed entirely reasonable for a place that doesn’t really own plows. But come morning, when we had just 1 or 2 inches of snow on the ground, they, along with essentially every of school in the state, closed for the day. We tried to connect up with neighborhood friends, who declared they were “hunkering down.” So we had no choice but to try and embrace the snow day, despite the fact that there wasn’t really enough to play in, Ada didn’t like the cold, Hazel didn’t like her improvised boots, and Dan and I were supposed to be working remotely while also caring for two girls who didn’t really enjoy being cooped up inside.
When our school decided to open on a three-hour delay the following morning, instead of closing for a third day, like many other area schools, we were more than thankful. I know we don’t get winter weather here much, so I get it that people get nervous driving in the stuff and that it’s not cost-effective to have appropriate snow gear (note our lack of boots), but really, I think we’d all be better off if we turned the worry level down a few notches.
When the temps returned to 65 degrees today and we got to spend a couple hours at the playgound, it seemed like February was off to a much better start. I’m hoping we’ve now had more than our fair share of winter weather.