Out of love with snow

I used to love snow, but last winter put me off it and now I hate the white shit so much now. The snowfall we had overnight is not much more than a dusting and a lot has now melted as it's been a bright day but the sight of the snow is still annoying me. Firstly because the play I'm in is due to perform this weekend after being cancelled before Christmas due to us all getting snowed in, so I feel very strongly that any snowfall we are due to get during this winter could at least have the decency to wait until after this Saturday.

But last winter is what made me fall out of love with it (I'm hoping my feelings will change as it becomes a distant memory but for now it feels like it all happened just a few weeks ago). Firstly we were in a car accident which I'd love to write more about but legal proceedings are still going on, the fact that that experience is still impacting our lives definitely plays part in me disliking this weather. Secondly we were having endless problems with out water which is pumped out of the burn behind our house. My husband had to go fix the pipes and pumps on a daily basis and living in the cold without running water over 50% of the time was a massive pain. Thirdly, and the biggest reason I'm hating the sight of the snow, is the week we got snowed in by the "beast from the east".

Being snowed in itself was actually not too bad. I had been week prepared and we had more than enough food, but we spent pretty much the entire week without water - to the point that I was doing our dishes in snow and I even went out and washed myself in it. At least could get water from the river by the house but it meant our heating, which relies on water, wasn't working properly (thank goodness we have a log burner!). All of this was non-consequential however, the issue was that we were snowed in for the 7 days before the date set for our son's cesarean birth (and very close to his predicted due date as well). We had originally planned a home birth, and if that had been our plan in those final weeks I wouldn't have been stressed out by being snowed in. But a month before his birth we found out he has a dwarfism condition (you'll find plenty more about it and our experiences on the page I've set up about dwarfism HERE) and that a vaginal birth would come with risks of brain bleeding, lung collapse and spinal damage; the safest way for him to enter the world was not only in hospital but via a c-section. So you may understand why I found that week less than delightful, I just spent it hoping labour wouldn't start and the snow would melt enough for us to get out.

It didn't, but on day 7 of being stuck at our house the snow plough finally made it down our road. Because my section was scheduled for early in the morning and we worried the roads would be to icy before sun up we ended up staying in a hotel the last night as a family of 4. It was nice to get a warm shower but I wish we could've relaxed at home. My husband and our daughters ended up staying at the hotel the night I was in hospital because more snow had fallen and we worried they'd get stuck again.

It's nearly a year ago, but it feels like just a few days since the snow melted and so there you go, that's why the white stuff outside my house is not as delightful as I'd previously have thought. I've done worse nursery runs than the one this morning, and by the time I head out to collect her the roads should be even clearer but I know there's more predicted for next week and I honestly can't be arsed with it. Could it just wait till next season so I have time to miss it?