The title of this post almost makes you think that I like snow. On the contrary, I loathe snow. I abhor snow. My hatred of snow burns so deep in my gut that sometimes I think it could kill me.
OK, that last part might be a bit much.
For someone like me who has extreme issues with control and flexibility, snow causes me great anxiety. All weather events do really. Think about it. The weather is going to just do what it's going to do and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
I can plan for and around it. I can try to adapt my schedule, shuffle my needs and adjust my expectations, but I still can't do what I want to do whenever I want to do it when weather decides to do something besides just be sunny.
Thankfully, today the snow didn't do anything to me. My kid had school, work was open, the roads were drivable. It did remind me though that it's only November and we have possibly 4-5 months of me worrying that it's going to snow.
Delayed openings at my son's school mess up my work schedule. If school closes early, that's another inconvenience. I hate being stuck home if I have errands to run or things I want to do.
I hate shoveling. It's tiring and I'm lazy. It's cold outside and my fingers get numb easily. Snow boots are stupid. Gloves practically render my hands useless but I can't go without. I also don't have time for shoveling because I usually have a full schedule and adding something I don't even want to do to the mix makes me angry.
I can't even talk about it anymore. I'm getting annoyed just thinking about it.
I realize that to live in New Jersey and get this angry about snow is ridiculous. It snows ever year, even in the mildest of winters. I should be used to it by now since snow has been disrupting my life for many years.
Instead, I dream of the day I'll move to San Diego where it doesn't snow.