Who knew driving my son to school this morning would be so dangerous? Not me, that's for sure. When I pulled on a coat over my jammies, slipped a (Dr Pepper) hat onto my bedhead, and wrapped my scarf around my neck this morning it was just like every other morning...
Until I backed the car out of the garage.
And slid straight down our sloped, iced, driveway (thank you, freezing rain).
I'd like to say I was the picture of calm, cool, collectedness as I tried not to take out our brick mailbox, but I think I screamed like a little girl.
Thankfully, the street had been salted and when the tires hit a surface not covered in a thick sheet of ice, the brakes actually worked.
Other than the adrenaline rush, all was well. The ride to school was uneventful.
Needless to say my car is currently parked on the street. It's supposed to get near 40* today, so hopefully the ice will melt and I will be able to get back into the garage sometime soon.
I can hope, right?