Miss 2 Independent

I have a reputation for being independent.

Sometimes, my bullheadedness is a gift.

Generally, single mothers don't move out to villages just outside the suburbs.

But I had to, yanno.

There are times, however, when I really feel the lack of a husband.

Perhaps I should say, that I ache to have someone around who would help me shoulder the burdens of being independent (grin). Yes, I know this doesn't make a lot of sense.

And usually, it's when I've gotten myself into some darnfool situation, and am not sure how to escape clothed and in my right mind.

Last night was one of those times. I knew it was going to start snowing. Our entire region had been told, over and over again, to go home, cook French toast, and STAY OFF THE ROADS.

Only my ex husband and the Boy Scouts in Paoli hadn't gotten the message.

As the early evening crept towards night, I became more and more worried about picking up my son at the Scout cabin. But after calling my ex a few times and telling him how concerned I was about driving, I decided to eat dinner, and then head out.

An inch or so of snow already blanketed Fairview Road. And it was coming down faster and faster. Of course, no snowplows had been out yet -- the storm had only picked up pace in the last hour. Blind grit got me out of my driveway -- then the fear set it.

Gripping the steering wheel like my hands had been fused with it, I crept down Little Conestoga Road.

Most of the traffic, and there wasn't a lot, was heading back towards me. These were probably commuters who had gotten out of work later than the French toast crowd.

The wind blew the flakes against the cold windshield, making it harder to see the road ahead.

Even the main roads were already covered with snow.

By the time I got to my ex's house, I was aware that I couldn't travel to Paoli to pick up Mr. C. But by this time the Scouts had gotten the memo, and were on their way back to his dad's home.

So do you think I drove home with my son that night? R u kidding?

Do you think I'm stupid?