For those of you who follow the news, you know what happened in Atlanta this week regarding the winter storm.
I'm exhausted, and I don't feel like discussing much, and kind of emotional. My mother suggested I do something nice today, so Matt and I played with Chester in the yard for a bit and I brought my camera for a little creative therapy, but I'm still processing my 9 hour commute from Tuesday.
I'm so glad to be home with my boys. I know there's plenty of people out there who find it necessary to call Georgia residents cowards and idiots...goodness, I've seen so much nastiness online, but so many people rallied together in this city of mine, delivering food, water, gas and medical aid on foot to so many stranded individuals.
I'm thankful for my neighbor who was up at 2:45AM, relieved to see I had finally made it home; I'm thankful for my friends and family that talked with me on the phone to keep me sane...and awake...in the car, and I'm thankful that what I went through was nowhere compared to what could have happened.
Some Atlanta people are tired of seeing the happy snow day photos, but I feel relieved every time I see someone post a photo of them playing in the snow with their children: it means they weren't one of the thousands of parents trapped on icy roads while their children were stranded on buses or in schools for the night.
It means they are safe, and I would be in agony if I knew a loved one was still stranded out there.
I hope you all have been safe and warm this week. I plan on using my snow days to unwind and cozy up with Matt and Chester.
(I've also been gobbling up the Call the Midwife series on Netflix. Any of you seen it? Is not the most amazing show ever??)