Ohhh, the Realtor Life… Ski Trip

This next post comes to you from the 3rd row of an SUV. It was the SOS text sent ’round the world as I sat trapped between a snowboard and the back of a 2nd row seat that left just enough space for my chin to rest nicely on my knees.

SNAPCHAT, TEXT, AND GROUPME RANT TO ANYONE WHO WOULD LISTEN:

“I sat in a packed car waiting to leave for a fun-filled, spur of the moment ski trip… but alas, it took Steve, my husband, 100 years to actually get INTO the car. Then he surprises me with the fact we still have to pick up his parents- who then take 200 years to get into the car. We finally drive away and my father-in-law says he forgot his disabled parking permit. So we turn around and go back, only to discover it was in the car the whole time. We make it to the turnpike without incident, only for Steve miss the exit for Seven Springs- taking us 40 minutes out of our way. The dirty slush was melting from the salt and spraying onto the windshield.  The car wipers and wiper fluid were frozen so Steve couldn’t see a thing. (We keep drifting behind semis hoping to get a spray of some liquid, but it proved to be more dangerous than helpful). We get off at the next available exit in hopes of finding a gas station with de-icer- but to my PANIC, the closest station is a 10 minutes drive through winding roads and small towns. We finally get there and while I sit crammed in the 3rd row, outside of the car I hear a blood-curdling scream from my husband.  My father-in-law had sprayed him in the face with de-icer (by accident of course). Steve was sure his eyes were melting. There was a lot of cursing and apologizing, but we finally got the windshield clean and Steve calmed down. We still are not at Seven Springs yet.”

We finally DID make it to the slopes. And while NOTHING EVER goes as planned for us, EVER- it was a truly fun day. It reminds me that even in the midst of those moments where I am stressed beyond belief- at the end of the day, it is something we will always remember. It’s why we put ourselves through the hassle of it all- for those precious, priceless memories.

It’s also why I am medicated.