All weekend, I had that guilty, nagging, I-have-to-go-to-school-on-Monday-and-I-don’t-wanna feeling.
I was not dreading work, teaching a Body Pump class, or the fact that I promised I’d deep clean all of the bathrooms.
I was dreading this.
“But it’s so pretty“, you might say.
Sure, it’s pretty. Picturesque even.
UNTIL YOU HAVE TO LIVE IN IT.
(Sorry. Snow tends to bring out the worst in me.)
This morning was awful. Hellacious. Treacherous. I drove to the YMCA to teach an early morning class, and quite frankly, it’s a miracle I survived. We live 10 miles out-of-town, and are ridin’ dirty in a two-wheel-drive Toyota Corolla — you do the math.
By the time I safely pulled into my driveway, my hands were trembling out of sheer terror. (Also because it was 21 degrees and windy, but that’s an entirely different “feel sorry for me” blog post.) The shaking slowly subsided as I realized I was home free. I had survived. My vehicle had survived. The frustrated men in trucks who were stuck behind me as I traversed the highway at 15mph had survived.
No offense, ‘Sota…but you are so not sexy today.
Sure, penning a cranky post about how much I hate the weather in a place I voluntarily moved to might be a bit whiny…but I’m too cold to care at this point. Without further ado, the top ten things I hate about snow.
- It ruins a perfectly good hair day.
- Dogs don’t like to poop in it…which means I end up logging several hours with a rag + bottle of carpet cleaner.
- It seriously limits my footwear options.
- It requires shoveling. And more shoveling. AND MORE SHOVELING.
- Screw it…I’m not giving this stupid snow any more of my time. Four and a half things it is.
P.S. Scott just texted me to inform me he’s staying overnight at his clinic to avoid driving home in this mess. Guess who’s having a Pretty Little Liars marathon in his absence!
P.P.S. There’s only one person who’s more pissed about this entire situation than I am. And that person is a cat named Lars who has very temperature-sensitive paws.