Have you ever heard of raining ice? I feel like I am learning so much about weather lately. If you had asked me about raining ice last month, I would have told you that it was called SNOW. Or possibly hail.
But no. We had ice raining from the sky. Everything it touched became ice. Weirdest thing. Not like hail where you can see the individual pieces. This stuff covered our sidewalks, streets, cars, trees and even the snow with a layer of ICE.
Being the sensible lady that I am, I decided to wear my suede Frye boots today. Don't ask me why, because I still can't justify it. I guess I was tired of wearing gray or black boots (or the horrid FUGGS) and opted for the rarely worn rust-colored suede boots. They looked surprisingly fantastic with my gray jeans, if I do say so myself.
So imagine if you will how silly I must have been walking around the icy sidewalks with these slick-soled boots. You want an even more ridiculous anecdote? Suit yourself.
The kids decided to carpe diem and use the iced sidewalks to their advantage as a fast slide using their sleds. We live at a sloping point of a hill and if you're not careful, you could lose a ball pretty quickly (I bet it wouldn't stop for half a mile, unless a car hit it 2 blocks down on the busy road). Maggie smartly put some beach towels at the end of our driveway to stop the momentum of those who were sledding. She's wicked smart.
I let it all happen, because what could possibly go wrong?!
Ashton wasn't out for five minutes when this happened:
Poor kid split his chin.
Then imagine me in my suede boots unable to walk the fifteen steps to get him because the sidewalk was too slick. I begged him to walk up the icy concrete, he cried, Maggie cajoled, Ash tried to walk to his mother and fell again. And again. I stood there knowing that one bloody chin was better than two. It was a comedy of errors, to be sure, and I came out as Mother of the Year once again.
Of course, taking him to the Urgent Care required that I walk through the snow instead of on the iced walkways so I wouldn't slip. Suede and snow? Only an idiot. Could've changed my boots, but that would've been too easy.
Enjoy this not-icy music from Zee Avi. I have been cranking her album and imaging myself drinking lemonade outside on the hammock under the warm summer sun. It kind of works.