Snowmageddon 2014

Wow! I haven't posted in FOREVER! I still have to post about Christmas, Parker's 3rd Birthday, and Parker's new school, but for now... I HAVE to document Parker's first snow, or what the native Atlantian's are calling it... Snowmageddon 2014. 

Last Tuesday, January, 28, 2014, started off pretty normal for the Howell's.  We woke up, got ready for school, I dropped Parker off at school with excitement that, according to the news, some snow was coming! Parker was pumped, and I was giddy at the fact that my work would probably dismiss the kids early so we could all go home and enjoy some "light snow". Ha, if we only knew what was about to hit.

Around 10:00 a.m., Cobb County got the word that middle school would dismiss at 2:00. Kids went crazy, teachers went crazy. It was an exciting time.  Around 12, I got a call from Parker's school saying that they were closing early at 3 p.m. Uh ok, I thought, no problem, right? Wrong.  By 1:00 our front office was flooded with parents coming to check out their kiddos early from school.  Stories of what was happening out their on the roads started pouring in.  And by 1:30, I'm kind of freaking out... I HAD TO GO GET MY KID.  I pleaded with my Assistant Principle to let me get my class covered and let me leave.  Without hesitation, she agreed that I needed to go.  So, I got in my car and headed on my way....

First I was in this... Sandy Plains. Moving slow and Steady. I can do this.

Then I was in this... Shallowford Rd. Stand stop. 1.5 hours to go less than a mile.

A little farther down... I see this... In front of Lassiter HS.  Ok, now I'm freaking. AND really have to pee.

 

At this point it was 3:00.  All I was thinking was... I HAD TO GET TO MY CHILD. Like NOW!  I knew my poor boy was probably watching all his little friends getting picked up and his teachers were probably leaving. He was probably freaking out. I HAD TO GET TO MY CHILD.  So, I went with my gut instinct and decided I couldn't go my normal short route to get to him.  Took a turn on Trickum to Sandy Plains to Ebenezer.  Brilliant.  No cars. I thought to myself... I can do this.  By 3:30, I was at my son's school.  Poor little guy was in the back room with a handful of older kids and a teacher he has never met.  Sitting on a couch alone. Hands in his lap. Quiet and sad. Tears rolling down his little red cheeks.  He saw me and just ran into my arms. Refusing to speak to me until we got in the car.  Sad little guy he was, but that soon changed when we got home, put on layers and layers of clothes, and headed out to play in his first snow.  Oh boy was he in heaven.

Best Day Ever.  Unfortunately, it took Matt 7 hours to get home.  But compared to most people out there that night, that was nothing.  It was a crazy unbelievable night that night in Atlanta.  A lot of my friends had it much much worse than us.  I am so grateful everyone made it home safe and sound.