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Sometimes, being grown up is really, really… rubbish.
We had about 5 inches of snow here this morning. I peered around the curtains and rather than that sense of glee you got when you were knee high to a grasshopper, I felt the thunk of dread settling in my stomach. Just before Christmas, I had a snow day and I felt bad about it. The nature of my job means unplanned time off is frowned upon and there’s an immense pressure to work work work, whatever it takes. So today, I decided I should soldier on and make my way in.
Bear in mind, I live roughly 40 miles from my place of work. Thunk.
After a 2 hour commute that involved lots of slipping and sliding, I made it in. To be greeted (or not, as the case may be) by an almost empty office. Sigh.
Come 1pm and amidst a flurry of white, I set off for home. I managed to get a mere 5 minutes from home before I had a run in with the car in front. Literally. Bump.
Luckily there was no damage and no one was hurt, but still. Hardly the snow-filled daydream of a 10 year old girl.
So, snow and I are not speaking. I’ve made no snowmen, I refuse to raise a smile at the snow angels in the car park and I almost throttled the Mr when he playfully threw a snowball in my general area. I’m giving snow the (very) cold shoulder. Harumph.
How are you getting on in the hazardous weather? If you’re currently wearing cut off denim and lazing under a red hot sun, I don’t want to know! 🙂
PS – Here are some things that are really cheering me up today: