David Rocks

For those not living in the northeastern U.S., today might not seem like anything special. But as I write from Westchester County, I look out the window and see bright sunshine and two-plus feet of fresh snow. Down in New York City, the storm was the biggest in recorded history, with 26.9 inches frosting the lawns and walkways of Central Park. Inside, I see my two daughters lounging around their bedroom, reading and making valentines. Today, with buses unable to ply the icy streets and schools across Westchester closed, is that staple of childhood bliss: the Snow Day.

That juvenile bliss can translate into parental stress. Many working parents have to scramble to find someone to take care of their children, since their jobs aren’t flexible enough to let them work from home or simply say they’re not coming in. Others are luckier. A number of my colleagues have already e-mailed to say they’re not going to be able to make it in for the day because their kids have the day off. Will they be working? Probably for a while. But with those excited kids, that deep snow, and the beautiful sunshine beckoning, I suspect some of them will play hooky for at least a few hours. That seems like the right approach. Forget the rush and the deadlines if you can. Call it a snow day for grownups.

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