Why I love snow days

kids in the snow, snow days

There’s been a lot of buzz in the blogosphere lately about telecommuting and flexible work options. (Of which, for the record, I am generally a fan.)

But I’ve been thinking that maybe, rather than being defined by its work-from-home policy (or lack thereof), a company’s family/life friendliness should be judged by how it responds to snow days. 

That’s what I wrote about at Babble yesterday. Yes, they can be inconvenient. Yes, they’re not great for productivity. But I want to live in a world where snow days are embraced for the weather-enforced, life-enriching break they can be, not mourned because they get in the way of “life”.

From the post:

I didn’t get much done today. Deadlines? Not made. I did listen in on the conference call, but with five noisy kids in the background plus some of their friends from the neighborhood, I wasn’t exactly absorbing a ton of information. I’m still in my slippers and house sweater. Today’s productivity levels? Low.

But that’s OK. Snow days come but rarely, and the way I see it, maybe bad weather is nature’s way of forcing us to slow down and take a break.

I know I’m fortunate to have a flexible, work-at-home job. Not everyone has the luxury of blowing a day off when it snows.

But I also get the sense that there are a lot of parents with flexible work and understanding bosses who still feel panicky whenever they can’t clock a full day of work. Does the pressure always come from outside? Or, sometimes, do we create it for ourselves? Are we helping to create a world in which a couple of unexpected breaks in a 365-day period are unacceptable? And what does that mean for us?

My idea of a good life is one in which snow days happen. And we plunge right into them.

Read the whole thing over at my Babble column, At Large.


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