This is my car. This is my car covered with about an inch of snow. This is my car covered in about an inch of snow while I’ve sat in the therapy office waiting for Tate. We have another hour left. The admin here had the news radio station blaring, and I heard that a commute which should take about 40 minutes is taking 2 hours and 40 minutes… Ah, what I do for my kid….
Snow, in and of itself, doesn’t bother me. It is pretty when it comes down and lies freshly fallen. It is a unique quiet as it blankets the earth. What I don’t like about snow is the condition of the roads, the driving in it, and the morons who think that they are allowed to drive fast and crazy because they have 4-wheel-drive.
I would much rather be at home, snuggled in a blanket and a cup of Hot Chai in my hand. But, no. Tate came to therapy today. One, it keeps him in his routine, for which we pay greatly for breaking. Two, he does so much better when he has consistency. Three, he has had a rough week, and he needs it.
Here I sit…praying that the commute home does not stretch to 3 times its normal length. Praying that some moron doesn’t try to be a superstar and end up in my front bumper. Praying that Tate doesn’t lose it when we get stuck going 20 mph down the road that is marked 45, and I can’t “go faster” because that’s how he likes to roll…
Winter. It’s for the birds…or, well, penguins, really. Or the walruses. Or the polar bears. Or the narwhals. Definitely not for me.