*the "s" word*

In our house there is a word that no one is allowed to say. It's white and fluffy and falls from the sky. People sing songs about it at Christmas time. It acts beautiful, but overstays it's welcome.

The "s" word.

We are done with you. You are cold and heartless. You pile up on the driveway mercilously. Don't you know that I'm pregnant this year? I can't be breaking my back shoveling 2x a week. The hedges that used to line my driveway, well, they don't exist anymore. There are 3 foot tall iceburgs blocking my official front door (which we no longer use). There is nowhere to park at any store- the white mountains have taken the spots. I have to pack full on winter gear everyday for my children to play at recess. (waterproof pants, gloves, boots and hat). That's when they are able to go to school- we've missed 6 days so far with countless early releases and delays. Do you know what this is doing to my sanity? My kids were having a conversation the other day about what grass looked like... They can't remember.
Whoever pissed off Jack Frost, please make up.