I’m snowed in. I’m not a wuss and yes, I HAVE seen snow before. I understand that we’ve been the butt of a lot of jokes this week. But I couldnt get out of my driveway to go to work today. I tried three times and almost side swiped my pear tree before giving up. This stuff is crazy. And yeah, it’s only a few inches but we just aren’t prepared for this stuff. It’s not that we can’t drive, though many of us can’t. The problem is that our state doesn’t have a reserve of salt or trucks that plow the roads. We’re used to mud puddles. Big sloppy red ones. You Northerners can’t expect us to be any more prepared than you would be if you walked outside tomorrow and found a beach. Would you have a bikini and a pair of skis ready? Come on now… You people vacation here. Your grandparents retire here. It’s supposed to be hot!!! Ok I’m done. 🙂
I signed our team up to March for Babies again this year. And I notice that certain people are beginning to rolls their eyes a bit. I’ve been told that Kyson is better now, so why worry about it. Ugh. But I will keep going. Because I want to help babies. Kyson wasn’t in the Nicu for very long and I feel very fortunate, but I wouldn’t want to see another child suffer.
Maybe my heart’s too big. Maybe I’ve still got a touch of depression about it. Maybe I know that if I don’t, who will? Should I leave it up to next unsuspecting mama? I have a friend in Ronald McDonald house right now! I do this for her. I do this for the babies who haven’t even been born or conceived yet. For the mamas who never got to meet their babies. For the mamas who were told “I’m sorry. There’s nothing else we can do”.
It’s not about me.