We had the craziest Christmas yesterday. The forecast had called for a "wintery mix", 20% chance, but we didn't think it would actually happen, since it was 45 degrees that morning. Lo and behold, as we made our way to my parents house 70 miles away, it started to snow. We were totally unprepared for it - the kids had either hoodies or no jackets at all on. The snow was blowing like 15-20 mph, which I personally haven't experienced much in my life in Texas. No one played out in it much because, like I said - no coats, gloves, hats, etc. Just taking the dogs out was excruciating enough. We had our celebration with my folks and then headed home at about 7:00.
We had gotten no more than 15 miles away when traffic came to a full and complete stop. We feared a major accident had occurred as we literally moved at a snail's pace for almost an hour. Turns out it was just an inclined bridge in downtown Fort Worth that had the whole thing snarled, with people all trying to move to the middle lane because you couldn't get much traction on the two outside lanes, the more things slowed, the harder it made attempting to make it up that hill because you couldn't get to a slow steady pace. The poor woman in front of us was in an unweighted rearwheel drive truck and was sliding sideways and back as she attempted to get up the incline. She got out and asked if we had any ideas on how to get it going, but we were afraid to push her and end up with a worse mess, since our van is basically a rearhweel drive truck, just easier to drive because it's all weighted down evenly. We offered to call roadside assistance for her, but she said no, she would do it herself. I felt so bad leaving her behind, as we finally were able to maneuver up the hill.
It wasn't too bad after that, besides the constant complaining of the teens in the car. Oh, did I mention I was riding on the floor of the fan? Yea, such a safe way to ride, I know, but the back middle seatbelt is broken anyway, so it wouldn't have been any more safe in the seat. I got on the floor because Reid was constantly getting annoyed every time my knee happened to touch his leg, and griping because he was squished.
Anyway, a trip that takes 1.5 hours tops normally took over 3 hours. I have never been so glad to be home in my life. Today I am sore and tired and just plain, blech.
My dad's barn/workshop sure did look pretty with the snow falling though.