Yucky, cold, wet, squishy, snow.
Like every early December I hear lots of
delusional comments. "Oh I can't wait for snow!", "I just wish it would snow already!" Let it be known, I think you're crazzzzy.
Because? After it snows. Errr, opens the floodgates of snow-heaven on us (like last year), you'll all be wishing you'd shut yo' mouth.
Because snow gets dirty. After about 10 seconds of it laying all pretty-ful (yes, thats a word in my head) on the ground, the big-arse plow comes through and ruins all the pretty snow anyway, throwing chunks of pavement, dirt and chunks of grass into the perfect white landscape.
Not so pretty anymore.
Not to mention, it's dangerous. I have an irrational fear of driving in snow, OR anyone I love driving in the snow. Like, literally---a sort of panic comes over me. Snow is dangerous, ya'll. Dangerous. I think growing up with a firefighter dad who always had to go out and rescue cars which slid in a ditch, or smashed into 293082390 other cars because they slid on ice set the fear of God in me.
Declan's workplace is literally NEXT door to our house, but placed in such a way that he has to drive. If there is snow on the ground? I worry the entire
5 seconds time he's on his way to work. Snow=dangerous. [Let it be known that I do think there are people who can drive really well in snow. My dad is one of them, and my husband is another. HOWEVER, its the other idiots on the road I don't trust that much. Ya know?]
When we were younger (aka: not married yet), and he had to drive in snow--we'd be known to have the phones on speaker the entire time because Zomg! IHadToMakeSureHe'sOkay!
Not only my
paranoia caution when it comes to snow is a big dislike for it--but the cleanup. Aka: shoveling the driveway sucks.
Now, I know--I haven't had to shovel in forever. I had a by last year. You know? That whole baby in the belly thing was an awesome free-pass. But do you know how much ungodly amount of snow we had last year?!? Like, a few feet of snow would fall at a time. My poor husband. This year? Watching my sweet little angel will likely be my excuse not to shovel. You know, I've gotta be the mom. So again....My poor husband.
A few flurries here and there......Beautiful. Love it.
Let's not even get into the fact of the cabin fever. Oh the cabin fever. I have never, ever liked the "stuck inside" feeling. Evvvverrrr. Now with a baby it kind of freaks me out a tad more. Like, what if I run out of diapers? [Cloth dipe momma's are smirking right.about.now.] Or something very important? I don't know. The idea of being stuck inside sounds good for about 24 hours, and after that? A little overwhelming.
And as a teacher? Yea. I wished for snowdays like the best of 'em. In fact, a 2 hour delay was heaven in the form of extra sleep.
But since this year I'm technically not a teacher. I'll be happy with no snow. None at all. Although, that's likely to happen.
Go ahead, just call me the grinch. But, feel free to come back and apologize after you've been dumped on by a billion pounds of snow, and in March you're dying to see the grass again.
The idea of snow sounds all lovely and rainbows and butterflies in early December. But winter is a longggg season.
Don't say I didn't warn you.