Snow is fun

but not in the sun,

You can sled in it and make a snowman in it

Until the sun comes

That is the poem I wrote when I was 8 years old which kept running through my mind while I shoveled 3 feet of snow and ice off my driveway. The only thing I could think, What was I thinking. Sure, snow can be fun.. but not when you have to drive in it. As I continued to clear off the drive I looked over at my poor car, stuck half in the drive and half in the street. It looked so pathetic. I have to say, my car lost the fight against the snow. Once the snow went higher then the clearance on the front of my car, it didn’t even have a fighting chance. Poor car.  I started to wonder at this time, maybe I should have invested in a sled pulled by dogs. Sure, you have to feed them, pick up after their waste, and give them lost of love and affection. But what about that do you not have to give to a car? You pay for gas, clean out the inside of the car, and you have to constantly clean the outside and change the oil. To me, seems like the same deal. At least a dog can show affection back to you. Licking your face or curling up on your lap. I’m not saying my car is fat.. but I wouldn’t want it to try getting up in my lap anytime soon.

After trying to clean the drive way off for two hours and discovering about 4 inches of ice under the snow. I gave up. I decided to dig out the car and then leave the house into the scary snow covered world.

Thirty minutes later my car was rescued from the evil snow and ice. I loaded up the baby and headed to the store to get some diapers. Little did I know what sorta horror awaited there. Reaching the first street my car was having second thoughts about the snow. I’m going to refer to it as a her, because the idea of riding around in a man car is sorta weird… Anyway. So she thinks the best thing for us to do is try to turn around so instead of going straight at a light she thinks we should go right. Sure car. Lets go right. I can go to a different store. She feels that making the right turn was for the best so we continued going that direction instead. Up ahead I see one of the local stores and think to myself. Is saving 5 bucks worth perhaps getting stuck in the snow with my child. The answer. No. Good thing my car agreed with me. We turned into the parking lot and headed to a spot with not so much snow in it. Parked the car, got out, went inside, grabbed diapers, stood in line, paid, went back to my car. As I loaded up the baby and pushed the cart through the snow to the cart holding area I was sorta curious why it seemed so quiet. I returned to my car and turned the key. She started  but with some hesitation. Now I really got worried. Not only am I feeling awkward, so is she. Bad sign. I put the car in reverse and push on the gas… my car goes no where. The tires spin. Oh smack. She’s stuck, again. Which is weird because I went into the spot fine, so why can’t I go back the way I came. So I got out of my car, looked around, sure there was some snow. Not a lot. I thought maybe I’ll pull forward. So I go to the front of my car and there’s even more snow there. Now what.

I get back in my car and I wonder if there is something I’m missing. I look around. Put the car in R again and try again. Nothing… wait. I look down. I had been so worried I put my parking break on. Duh. Release and bam. There my car goes. Snow must have my mind all fuzzy.

I drive home, unpack the car and the baby and think to myself. I really had it all wrong when I was younger. I should have wrote something like this:

Snow isn’t fun, even with the sun

You can’t go anywhere in it, and your car gets stuck in it

Until you realize your parking break is on and then you feel dumb.

Children think the craziest things.