I'm telling you, the damn snowbank jumped out and bit me, I swear!

I have lived in Wisconsin most of my life (with the exception of a four year stint in NE Iowa for undergrad and a 5 year stint in Missouri for grad school and a job) so you would think that by now, I would know how to pull out of my own freakin' driveway without getting stuck in the snow, wouldn't you?

Well that's exactly what happened to me today. I guess I have gotten soft from this damn global warming. We haven't had snow that deep since 1996, so I guess I forgot that I couldn't just baja through it like usual. The old Taurus just wasn't up for the challenge.

So three strokes and a heart attack later--from trying to dig myself out--I finally threw a massive temper tantrum (I was late for a meeting) and the shovel--setting a horrible example for my four year old. Later I walked him through the "see what happens when you throw a tantrum--you make things worse" scenario. In spite of that, I'm sure I will be dealing with the behavioral fallout from this for weeks to come. Not to mention what the neighbors must think of me now.

I don't think the lady next door will ask us to move our garden shed ever again. So you know, maybe some good will come of this after all.

I'm convinced that my swerving into the snowbank had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I was seething mad already from my mother showing up 15 minutes late to watch the younger son, therefore making me late to my meeting. No, I am quite certain that there was some sort of shift in the space time continuum today which caused my driveway to stretch and warp at the precise moment that I was backing down the driveway....yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what happened.

I just hope to God the two sheriff's deputies that live right on top of me--one across the street and the other next door (not with the shed lady)--didn't see it. Who knows what the consequences of that would be--oh, wait....that's right, they NEVER work. Their squad cars are always parked in their freakin' driveways (although hubby claims next door neighbor works nights) which makes for excellent crime deterrent--not that we need any in podunk Wisconsin.

My point is that I don't really have a point. I just had a crappy day and thought I would share it with you.

The one redeeming moment was when I got my son out of the car to go back in the house so my mom could get him lunch while I dug the car out (actually hubby wound up doing it--nice hubby, good boy!) and my sweet boy said, "It's o.k. mamma, I'll help you," and went and grabbed the shovel and started trying to dig the car out.

We wound up taking my mom's car and my sweet, under appreciated hubby dug me out when he got home. Thanks, sweetie!

In case anyone is wondering, one of the spell check suggestions for freakin' is "foreskin"---what the___?! I'm too tired to care, so forgive me if my sentence structure and punctuation is all wonky tonight.