In honor of my hubby :)

All of my posts thus far have been about the children and family life, so I decided that my wonderful husband deserved one, too—after all, he did come to my rescue twice in the past week or so. Last Wednesday, as I was driving to pick up the kiddos from daycare, I realized I had a flat tire, so he had to come and save me. 2 days later, we were hit with a bad snow storm. It began around 10 AM, and came at a rate of 1-2 inches an hour. I had planned to attend one of our holiday parties at 1, but after seeing how fast the snow was falling, I decided it would be better to go get the kids and get home safely. I left around noon, and when I got outside, I realized that we were already accumulating some heavy snow. My route to daycare involves some serious hills, but for some reason or another, I didn’t think they would be a problem. Keep in mind, I was driving a sedan that has no snow tires or 4 wheel drive. On my way up a big hill, I had to come to a complete stop at a yield sign, and when I attempted to accelerate again, my wheels just spun and spun. I reversed and tried over and over again, but to no avail. I was panicking, since there was a line of cars behind me. Eventually they just went around me. By this point, it was heavily snowing and I didn’t know what to do—there was no way this car was making it any further up the hill. There happened to be a couple people standing next to me at the bus stop, but it took them 10-15 minutes to come and offer to push me, which they eventually did—thankfully! They were able to push me so that I could go straight, rather than right, and then make a left turn. My plan was to head back downtown and go a different route to get Isabella and Owen. By now, my nerves were totally shot….apparently, my car is horrible in bad weather! As I was making my way back down a steep hill, my brakes locked and I had no control over the car. I saw a giant, windy downward hill in front of me, and realized if I kept going and didn’t regain control over the brakes, that I could easily drive off the side of the road down a cliff or I could hit someone coming the opposite direction. Instead, I tried to turn into a parking lot that was on my right, but the car didn’t make the turn and skidded up over a curb. Thankfully, I missed a metal rail thingie by a foot or so, and there was no visible damage. Plus, I was okay, just totally freaked out. So I called Jamie and told him to go straight to get the kids, and that I would leave the car there and walk to the bus stop and catch a bus into town. I told him that the road I was on was super steep, super dangerous, and that I didn’t want him to drive on it. But he refused and told me to stay put and that he would come get me. After 45 minutes of me sitting there and watching cars fishtailing and wheels spinning and being scared that everyone I knew would get in an accident, he arrived. He was able to get the car off the snow covered curb and told me to go sit in his car. He was going to get the damaged one safely down the hill, park it downtown, and walk back up the hill to where I was waiting…..all in a suit, tie, and his dress shoes. This was a STEEP hill, with lots of heavy snow. But he knew that I was too shaken up to drive it myself. 10 minutes later, I saw him trudging up the hill to get me. It sounds cliché, but in moments like that, I am reminded of what a good guy he is, and how lucky I am to have him. No matter what situation I get myself into, he is always there to help bail me out. He would do anything for me and his family, and is always putting us first. When I called to tell him I had an accident, he was in the middle of an meeting, and he could have easily told me to call AAA or just to take the bus, but he wanted to come and get me and make sure I was ok. I know that no matter what, I can always always always depend on him. And together, we went and got the kids and made it home safely. So this post is a thank you to my husband, for being the best husband and father in the world!


Happy holidays to all!!