Ohhhh Snoooow Noooo

Well, it’s Friday!  Horray!  For the first time in a while, I feel like this was a long and slow work week for me.

It snowed really bad on Wednesday and Mark didn’t have to go to work for the rest of the week.  That’s the beauty of being a teacher.  When the word came that school was canceled today, he gave me fair warning that he would most likely be drunk by the time I got home from work bc he was bored sitting around by himself for the past 3 days.  I guess I couldn’t blame him for that, but I didn’t really believe him either.  Knowing me I probably would’ve been tipsy during the 1st snow day, at least he waited til the 3rd.

By the way, do you know that now the county school system will send TEXT MESSAGES when school is cancelled?  That’s amazing!  You don’t even have to get out of bed and sit infront of the TV anymore.  You can just roll over and check your cell.  Genius!

Wednesday I drove home from work in the eye of the snow storm.  It was terrible.  I don’t think I’ve ever driven in worse snow and I lived in the mountains for 6 years!  It was just pouring down, visibility was zero and the roads were covered!  You couldn’t even see the lines on the roads, but somehow by the grace of God, I made it home!  It finally stopped around 11p and I figured I would be OK to make it to work the next morning since there was PLENTY of time to plow. 

IN THE MORNING, I go down (we live on the 3rd floor) start my car, brush it of 9+ inches of snow and come back upstairs.  Our development has plow service and that’s obvious by the MOUNTAIN of snow blocking my car in and our clear parking lot.  Knowing what the answer should be, I say to Mark, how am I going to get out of that?  Well, we don’t own a shovel, so his only answer was, "Oh babe!  You’ll be able to back right over that!"  Wow.  So KNOWING DAMN WELL that there is too much snow/ice I "try" to back over 2 feet of snow and I don’t hardly move an inch.  Then I call Mark to come outside.  He has this GENIUS idea to push my car while I’m in reverse over this MOUNTAIN.  Once again, even though I KNOW BETTER, I agree to it and what do you think happens???  I get stuck on a hump, my undercarriage is sitting on snow and my tired just spin when I hit the gas.  Great.  All Mark’s fault.  Then the whole time we’re trying to get out, I’m thinking to myself I KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN!  And I’m so pissed at myself for agreeing. The sight of it and now the thought of seeing my car like that breaks my heart.  I worked so hard for that car.  FINALLY a neighbor comes outside with a shovel and after a few more tires, I’m free.  And I’m pissed off, sad for my poor new car, but I go to work. 

Today Mark asked me to pick him up from his friends house after work.  To make a long story short, ONCE AGAIN he gives me bad advice and I get STUCK in the snow in my new car.  Ohhh not only was I pissed at him for giving me the direction, but I was most importantly upset with myself for not using my better judgement.  I need to TRUST my own instinct.  Who knows the kind of damage I did to my car by doing this TWICE now.  I’m going to call my dad tomorrow and ask since Mark seems to think it’s nothing.  He keeps trying to tell me, "It’s snow!  It can’t hurt your car!"  Which I know isn’t true.  Mark just isn’t a mechanical thinker.  I’m not stuck on a cloud!  It’s two day old SNOW and ICE and A LOT of it!  HELLOOOO?! 

But in all actuality, it isn’t Mark’s fault.  Just because he tells me to jump off a bridge, does that mean I have to do it?  Ugh, I’m so mad at myself for not being smarter!  In the back of my mind I’m thinking uhhh, this isn’t a good idea, but I did it anyways because HE SAID SO.  And that’s SO stupid.  Can’t believe myself.  So pissed at myself.

Now Mark is passed out on the couch.  Even though it’s early on a Friday night, he started drinking at 1p and was wasted.  We went out to dinner bc I sure as hell didn’t feel like cooking after being stuck in the snow, and he came home to pass out.  At least it gave me some private time to write, and for that I am thankful.

I may or may not leave him on the couch and go to bed.  Guess which one I choose.

Good night!