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Snow Day!

Working from home isn't always everything it is cracked up to be.  For instance, I got the stomach bug this week, and one of the disadvantages of working from home is that its hard to justify taking the day off.  I could never have made it in to work and functioned Tuesday.  But working from home means I can work laying in my bed.  Sure, I could take a day off, but do I really want to?  Why use a perfectly good day off on being sick when I can stay in my PJs, make it a light day, and save the day off for some nice warm day in April.

That warm day is not today.  But I'm glad I was feeling better.

Of course, one of the advantages of working from home is that sometimes, this is my lunch break:
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Snow Angel - Before
Snow Angel - After

And this is the view from my office:

Cold, but quite the view.
This is the "team" meeting..
And a trip to the swings with the wife and triplets is the day's "team meeting."

We had a lot of snow in the Northeast last year, but at 2 years old, the kids weren't really sure what to make of the snow, and even the ones who wanted to explore couldn't handle he cold very long.

This is was a different story.  This year I got all three out - plus the wife!  One stayed out for nearly an hour, sometimes surprising me with a snowball attack, and sometimes just going off by himself to play and explore.

Its certainly not all glamour and glitz. You should have seen - but I won't post pics - of how glamorous I looked Tuesday as I lay about unshowered and unable to move. 

But sometimes it's an alright life.


Mami2Five








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  1. I'm sorry you were ill, but at least you were feeling better for your meeting out in the snow :D Thanks for linking up with #MultipleMadness

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