Let it snow, let it snow....

What a major dump of snow we're having! It's causing havoc with the roads and driving, but when it's all said and done, it looks just beautiful out there.

So I couldn't believe how totally oblivious I was to this impending storm. I'm always checking the weather, night and day, a day doesn't feel right unless I've had my "weather fix". This one totally threw me for a loop.

Ian had a $20 voucher for Sporting Life (courtesy of the recent purchase of mega-ski equipment) that he didn't have time to spend, so it landed in my lucky hands. I chose yesterday of all days to head down to use it (mind you I only had until today, so that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!) On the way down, I heard about the storm but figured I'd have plenty of time to get there and back in time to pick Liam up from school. So Giselle and I are merrily checking out the winter clearance section, Giselle getting a bit freaked every time she heard/felt the rumbling of the underground subway train (monsters, mama, they're getting me!). But overall just taking our time, when the nice older sales lady says to me "I thought you should know there's quite a snowstorm going on outside, you won't believe it unless you see it." I wonder if I had some sort of weird radar that indicated I had another child to pick up. Anyway, we scooted out of there and yes, it was a total whiteout! We left at 2:30, it took 30 minutes to get from Lawrence to York Mills and I knew we were not going to make it to get Liam. Bad mommy, shopaholic, caught red-handed!

Thank goodness for the cell phone. I was able to call the school, and arranged for another mom to take Liam home for me. So guess how long it took me to get home? Two and a half hours!!! It was a 20 minute drive down there in the first place. Giselle was snoozing quite happily in the back after she gave herself a mini-makeover with my lipstick. Liam was pretty calm about the whole thing - didn't feel neglected or anything, so I didn't feel the sting of guilt that I was anticipating.

So where was my beloved husband in all this you ask? The lucky sod managed to get the last seat on probably the last plane out of Pearson before they shut the airport down. He's in lovely Tremblant as we speak, enjoying the fantastic snowfall that is making his boys' ski weekend away a total blast. But I'm glad - he works so hard and he deserves it. I'm really going to have to take skiing up - by all indications, Liam is a total natural and Giselle will likely follow suit. Can't let them leave the old lady behind!