For most people, a Saturday is a day off (at least from work). It’s a day to run errands, play with kids, go out with friends. Today, I was supposed to have a day of clinical. The third day in a row waking up at 5 to be at a hospital all day, and I was exhausted. With news of the impending snow storm, I had thought about calling off and doing a makeup day. I knew that they wouldn’t touch our street, and that the busses would be late, if they came at all.

At 11 pm last night, I received a call: No clinical!

I woke up with Alex at a little before 7am, a nice sleep in these days. We had a leisurely morning, making breakfast, drinking coffee and milk, playing with cars, and watching a bit of a movie.

The snow outside was beautiful. I couldn’t not let him play it in, regardless of the fact that we have neither snow pants nor snow boots for Alex. We ventured out.

“This is silly.”

While we’ve had a few snow storms this winter, we’ve never really let Alex play in it. Without snow boots, I rarely even let him walk in it unless it was less than an inch. Today I had to make an exception, and Alex wasn’t really sure what to do with himself.

While I wouldn’t say he had fun, he certainly seemed to find it fascinating. He picked it up, threw it around, dug in it, pushed it in various directions and, naturally, ate it:

“It’s yucky. I don’t wike it. It’s too cold.”

To earn his keep, we put him to work. Sadly, he’s a bit too small to have been of any help. Especially considering the snow reached his chest:

Today? Was a good day. Alex had some awesome quality time with us, I had the opportunity to make waffles and hot cocoa, and I never changed out of my pajamas. Tomorrow is back to school, but today was the first day that I’ve been able to really take a break.

Today was definitely a good day.