Knowing this town’s propensity to play bumper cars in the best of weather, however, I took no chances on the drive to drop Katie off at pre-k this morning. I went full-on Winter Weather Survival Kit, loading a few extra blankets for the girls…just in case some fool hit a patch of black ice and plowed into us. I double wrapped the girls in sweaters and jackets and took the opportunity to put that adorable chin-strap hat on Zuzu.
As my car’s heater caught its stride and we sailed along unhindered by ice or stupid drivers to Katie’s school, I realized as I sweated to death that I had over-done it. Just more proof how traumatizing three winters in Iowa can be.