For me, it means I might get stuck working the weekend before Christmas, and the huge chunk of work that I’m already scheduled for next week too. Such is my life. When everyone else hunkers down in the storm, I drive through it to getting to work. Those are the big days in the weather world. It’s usually the same on holidays. It’s a rare holiday that I’m not working. It’s hard. Really hard, BUT, as I remind myself every year — the rest of the year, I really love my job. I can only hope my kiddos understand, or that it will just be their reality. There is guilt this time of the year though…every year. I love Christmastime, but I have grown to really appreciate January 1st. A new fresh start, and a whole year before I have to worry about working through the holidays!!