Chionophobia

What is chionophobia, might you ask? Chionophobia is the fear of snow.

...and I have it. Or to be more precise, I have the fear of driving in it. I don't actually fear the idea of snow; in fact, I love walking in it, playing in it (which we took the boys to do for the "first" time and they loved it--- pics to follow in separate post), and even admiring watching it fall from the comfort and warmth of my couch with a large cup of hot cocoa in hand.

I can remember many a time where, as a kid, I prayed and prayed for the typical "White Christmas", but rarely ever got them. Seattle gets rainy Christmases. However, now that I am an adult and I have responsibilities like working mostly outside of the home and toting kids to daycare, buying groceries, etc I've realized that I'm quite alright without a White Christmas... or a white anything. Even the thought of driving out in the mess we are now experiencing outside sends shivers down my spine...and not from the cold. It's pure fear. I hate it. Hate it. It's days like this, beautiful to look at while treacherous to navigate through, that make me want to move somewhere that is warm all the time...like Arizona.

Maybe it's because we are ill-equipped to deal with even 2 inches of snow (yes, please laugh at us if you are on the East Coast or wherever else you get tons of snow) or because the last time I drove in it, I slid off the road, jumped a ditch, and hit a sign while 6 months pregnant & with my newly turned one year old in the backseat... but I fear for my safety and that of my children (both born and unborn) and I refuse to drive in it. Plus, it doesn't help that the weather here is so odd with wavering temperatures that we get lots and lots of ice... and in a place with lots of hills, that's just a bad combination.

So, until the snow dissipates, I am officially a hermit. I have clearance to work from home until conditions improve and people actually get around to sanding the roads & parking lots. I'll be sitting on my couch with a blanket & in my PJ's while admiring the beauty of the snow without actually being out in it. And maybe we will venture out to let the kids make snow angels, go sledding, or eat the snow as Jayden has discovered is really fun. And inside, I'm secretly hoping it melts by Thursday so that I don't miss Turkey Day because this preggo really wants some turkey, mashed potatoes w/gravy, and lots of pumpkin pie. :)