Freezing Rain, Oh Yeah
Normally I would be all for the crappy weather like Yay snow! Yay blizzardo! Yay ice, sleet, etc! I am not in love with the freezing crap though. Sydney is going with my step mom to her family Christmas party tomorrow. I hate thinking they are going to be out and about. Maybe it will be melted by then though.
I remember walking home in an ice storm when I was a kid. I was in elementary school. It was one of those where the ice was really sticking thick on the trees and stuff. Back then every kid went out and got those snow boots that were really puffy and thick. I also had a scarf, gloves, and ear muffs. I was warm, that didn’t stop me from falling and busting my ass about 1400 times in a 3 block radius.
And that is what happens when moms work and aren’t there to pick their 8 year olds up during ice storms. Humph.
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Oh man. That reminds me of a time I was walking to elementary school in an ice storm. I was in fifth grade. Like you, my mom worked. She was a single mom, so by third grade I had a house key and let myself in after school before my mom would get home.
Anyway! I was doing good until I had to cross a large road - twelve lanes, six in each direction, with a divider/walking/crossing area in the middle of the six lanes. Damned if I didn’t leave that crossing area and fall on my ass. Multiple times. I had to slip and slide and drag myself across the remaining six lanes to the curb to pull myself up, all while holding up traffic. Fun times!
Get this crap. My grandma started as the cross guard for the school when I was about 6 months old so my fate was sealed. My mom and dad dropped me off there in the morning and she toted me up to her corner and then I walked at the very last minute. After I got older and got friends I’d either wait for them there or just leave from her house.
So the school didn’t even call the cross guards. They couldn’t get in touch with a handful of parents and didn’t bother to call the crossing guards to have them come wait and make sure the kids were ok. Not only did I bust my ass all the way down the 4-5 block stretch, but the MAJOR HIGHWAY in between had no street lights yet so I just made a run for it.
I got anything I wanted because I looked like a little wet dog when I came walking in the house, so as I sat and drank my hot chocolate with my teenage aunt coddling me I snickered while my grandma went off on the principal on behalf of not only me, but all those other kids. If that happened in 2007 someone would be sued.
Nice! And people are way too sue-happy these days. I swear, you breathe on someone wrong and your ass winds up hauled into court!