Silent night. The kids are in bed. The husband asleep. And the countdown begins.
Yep, we're waiting on another winter storm tonight.
After nearly nine years in Indiana, I still haven't gotten used to Old Man Winter. Particularly when he comes before his time.
I've decided I'm fine with snow. When it's still white, fluffy, and only covering the yard. I'm fine with cold temps, as long as it doesn't broach the teens or come with it a hefty wind chill.
I am not, however, fine with sleet. Or ice. Or more than a few inches of snow.
And so the anxiety begins.
I pray for the safety of those who, like my husband, have to venture on the roads before daylight and the salt trucks have struck.
I worry about getting my kids to school and day care, safely, the curse of a working mom and primary provider.
And I pray for those who are trapped out in this cold, wet night.