I get it nature! You're in control! But please, we're unprepared, both mentally and physically. We really can't take it anymore. Am I a southerner or a northerner? Do I drive in the snow or do I hole it up and bake cookies every time winter weather threatens? I don't own a snow shovel. I don't know where my winter gloves are. Please, don't make me find them.
I suffered this identity crisis this morning, wondering if I was being silly for thinking I should keep my son home when the weather reports said nothing would stick to the road. Long mental-anguish-story later, I decided to drive him in and on my way home found myself in a white-out. A total white-out. I immediately turned around and headed back to daycare, imagining that if I didn't we would end up in the tail of the D.C. storm and be hit with 8 inches and Nicky would have to sweat it out there all day. By the time I got there, I was crying on the phone with my husband saying I didn't know how I would get home. My husband is away this week. The first thought I had was to call my parents to come and get me.
As a mom, I have many (really, a ridiculous list of) goals, but chief among them are that I raise a child who:
- Is a responsible citizen
- Thinks of me as one of the first people they call when they're in trouble (even when they're 30)
I didn't call my parents. I hung out in the daycare while Nicky ate his snack, which was awesome (imagine 12 toddlers signing "more" when they have 4 cookies in front of them). We got home. We had to leave our car at steep entrace to our neighborhood and hitch a ride with a neighbor who was gracious enough to accomodate the Boda Bean.
I didn't ask my parents to come, but they did. And so did my sister and her Kelly. And we love them for it. And, turns out, my husband is coming home early tonight. And we always love him. Lots.
2 comments:
Wow. I'm from MT and I still get itchy in a whiteout. I'm so glad you made it home safely. I also can't stop laughing (really seriously, in an out loud sort of way) about the 12 toddlers signing more and only 4 cookies. Why only four cookies? The image is one of hilarity.
Anyway, so glad Chris is coming home. I seriously don't know how you do it alone!
How is it that our parent's always know when we need them? And your sister and Kelly, how awesome! I would have done the same thing, turned around and went back to get the little one. Glad you made it home safely. Also happy Chris is home! Hope to see you guys this weekend, I'll call you tomorrow once we know more about saturdays weather. Someone said more snow, tell me their kidding! :)
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