You know the one that made national news making our entire city look like complete idiots. People were stranded in their cars for hours, kids had to sleep at their schools and cars were abandoned all over the city. Well guess who was one of these lucky ones? Yep, yours truly.
I spent seven hours in my car and I only drove 20 miles. To be honest, the whole experience was hard to talk about for the first few days because I seriously think I was experiencing some sort of PTSD. After the seven hours, my car took a nice spin-aroo and we abandoned it. When we went back for it two days later, there was a truck in my car. So you can see how it wasn’t the best day. But now that I’m able to think about it again, I’d like to share what was going on inside of my head during those seven hours:
(1) What happens if you find yourself in an Alive situation and the only person to eat is yourself?
(2) I wonder if the dude in the car ahead of me has any extra diapers.
(3) I soiled myself (as did half of Atlanta). I don’t really think I need to go into more detail.
(4) I need to ration out one skittle per hour because that’s all I have to sustain myself.
(5) What is that man in the car ahead of me eating? Do you think he’ll share?
And now that I’ve been through a Snowpocalypse, this is how I plan stock my car in the future:
What? It’s the league’s fault. I mean how was I supposed to know that baseball tryouts in first grade were so freaking serious. There were scouters, coaches and clipboards. It was the most stressed I’ve been in a while (Especially because my son hadn’t actually picked up abaseball bat since last spring. Ooops.)
So I did what any of you would do, I offered a good old-fashioned bribe. Unfortunately, the scout I talked to happened to be an upstanding citizen. Rude. How’s a mom supposed to advocate for her son anymore?
Assuming my son gets drafted (yes there’s an actual draft for first graders), I’m totally buying him a personalized baseball bat.
You should see the media frenzy that builds around the possibility of snow in the South. There’s live coverage from the grocery store where people are stocking up on bread and milk. And of course schools are cancelled for fear of our children catching a cold. But wait for it…there’s no actual snow on the ground. Or in the air for that matter.
It’s true, everything was cancelled because of cold air. And because of that, my kids are now staring out the window all day asking me when they can go sledding. I MUST to distract them. And I’ve decided to do so with one of these awesome snow(ish) globe necklaces from What A Novel Idea. Trust me, this is the only place they’re’re going see snow this winter.
And for those of you who are experiencing large amounts of snow, here are some ideas to keep you occupied (all available with overnight shipping):
I just returned from taking my kids to Disney for the first time (it was only my second time ever experiencing a Disney park) and boy was there amazing people watching. I wish I could of taken some pictures to share with you, but even I thought that would be rude (heh, heh). So instead I shall describe the people of Disney…
The Maker-Outers: What is it about amusement parks that make people feel the need to make out? It’s the most unromantic atmosphere I know of, yet I counted at least three couples in every line that couldn’t stop sucking face. It’s just awkward for everyone.
The Parade Route Seat Hoarders: While trying to find a place to sit and watch the Disney Christmas parade with my two young kids, an ADULT woman ran over and nearly pushed me down while yelling, “I was just buying popcorn! Those are my seats…” Chill lady, chill.
The Excessive Wavers: You know them. You may even be them. I in fact became one until I realized what I was doing. There I was, on the Disney train, when I found myself waving at strangers like some sort of lunatic. I can think of no other place where I would randomly start waving at a group of people I don’t know. (This also gives you insight into the fact that I have never participated in any sort of pageant. Obviously.)
The Photo Bomber (Definition: An otherwise normal photo that has been ruined or spoiled by someone who was not supposed to be in the photograph.): This was quite possibly my most favorite activity at Disney. There’s nothing more satisfying than watching a mom coax her four kids into smiling for the camera and then sneaking into the background to make a funny face. By the way, I overheard a mom say to her teenage son, “Look like you’re having fun or I’ll punch you.” Ummmm, what would Mickey say about that?
The early arriving, super strategic mom bloggers: OK, I first found out about this subculture while researching Disneyland. There are people out there who plan their entire trip down to the second. And then write about each one of these seconds. I think one of them actually tried to push me over when I took too long taking off my backpack in the inspection line at 7:45 AM. I totally get wanting to maximize time spent at the park, but I personally feel it takes some (all) of the magic out of the day if you’re literally running from ride to ride without taking time to let yourself get sidetracked…
Because my house can’t get the sugar consumption under control, I’m insisting on excessive tooth brushing after getting into their cozy pajamas at night. And then again in the morning. And possible five more times during the day.
And as for me, I think I’m going to turn into one of those lunch brushers. You know the ones at your office. It’s always a tad awkward walking into the bathroom only to find a coworker flossing her back teeth.
Yep, that’s me. Judging you lunch brusher.
And just so you know, I’m also picking up some new pajamas from Layla Grayce. Hey, they’re offering 15% off site widethrough 11/8 with promo code HAPPYDAY.