What a Week!

Last you left me, I was angry and baking. Then came Tuesday, with Chris flying out of town for meetings. I began my work week on Tuesday attempting to do the single working mom thing: feed, clothe, wrangle three kiddies up and out the door. It ain't easy.

But the single working mom gig gets a little harder when life throws some unexpected kinks at you, little stuff like: a Wednesday with 90 mile an hour winds, sleet, white out snow storms, and schools closed, but work open with deadlines to meet. Of course, my theory has always been that life goes to crap the minute the hubbie leaves town, but really, does that have to be true each and every time he leaves?

We braved the sleet, the snow and wind to get out of the house. Aidan was off to my friend Christine's house. (There is no greater gift than a friend who upon seeing schools are closed, calls you at 7 a.m. to volunteer to watch your child for the day.) I got Brennan and Griffin off to daycare. I then drove through miles of blowing, blinding snow to get to work, albeit late. I felt victorous when I arrived and parked in one of the last spots available at my parking garage on the roof.

Did I mention the 90 mile an hour winds yet? Yes, me on a roof in horrific, hurricane like winds. The minute I left my car I felt like the wind could have carried me off. The wind whipped around me as I walked unsteadily on sheets of ice until I was caught by a particularly strong gust of wind that blew my glasses completely off my face. I tried to catch them, but I missed. And then they were gone.

Wednesday, 10 a.m. : me, blind on a rooftop in Buffalo. I didn't know what to do. I tried to look for them, but I am honestly blind as a bat without glasses or contacts. I tried to ask for help, but the only other person on the roof, refused to get out of her car because of the wind. I knew I couldn't drive home. I didn't think I could even make it to my office from there. So I do what I normally do in these type of situations, I cried and called Chris. Let me tell you, there is nothing that a husband in back to back out of town meetings likes more than a hysterically sobbing blind wife calling his cell phone (repeatedly!) with a problem that he can not logically in any way, shape or form solve. (I am quite a catch, aren't I?)

Chris told me to call Amy. Amy is our uber assistant at work. Amy is the go to gal to solve problems, both big and small. So I called Amy, still blubbering and still blind. Sweet, problem solving Amy wrapped herself up in her winter gear and met me at my car to help me. After thirty seconds battling the wind, we opted for the only other solution. Amy drove me back to my home, back through the blizzard, white out conditions, so I could put contacts in my eyes and miraculously see again.

Have you ever driven through a snowstorm with blowing, drifting snow when you have incredibly blurred vision? It is now my worst nightmare. After we survived the drive, Amy kindly pointed out she had never heard me use so much profanity in the eight years we have worked together.

I made it back to work by noon with my sight restored. After two canceled flights, several one hour delays, Chris made it home later that night. I may never let him leave me again. Ever.