I live in the south. I have always lived in the south. When it snows in the south schools close, businesses close. It's almost like a holiday.
I have worked as a home health nurse for the last 10 years. During those 10 years I learned to despise the snow. While businesses and schools closed, home health did not. Sick people are still sick in the snow.
So, while my family slept peacefully or Riley sat with his nose pressed against the window pane or while my boys had snowball fights in the front yard, I was at work. I even ended up in the ditch one time while trying to see patients in the snow and ice.
When I got my job as a school nurse I told Michael that I can finally learn to love the snow again. Most schools around where I live cancel school not long after the first flake falls. (I know you northerners don't understand. I guess it's just a southern thing.) So, I figured I would no longer have to go to work in the snow and I'd be able to sit home and enjoy it.
I woke up this morning to the most beautiful snowfall. The ground and cars had a nice dusting of snow and it was still snowing pretty hard.
I kept waiting for my phone to ring saying that school was canceled or at least delayed. It never came.
So, I'm at school. It's still snowing. It's been snowing for several hours now.
I still hate snow.