<p>The new year dawned with such promise. The streets were silent, covered by a foot-thick blanket of glistening snow. Tree branches bowed toward the ground, heavy under their coats of white. Snow fell quietly, warming hearts in spite of the bitter cold.</p>
<p>Then my daughter woke up.</p>
<p>It was time to return to school. Scattered possessions needed to be collected. Mounds of clothes — finally clean — were carefully folded (by Mom) & packed (again, by Mom) into waiting suitcases. Bags were placed in the trunk of the car Dad had so lovingly cleaned & filled with various fluids. Not-so-little-anymore-brother roused from his sleep to say goodbye. And the whining began.</p>
<p>Darling D has decided to switch schools. Obviously, the drama of choosing a school last year just wasn’t enough. We have to go through it all over again. While last year, there was no clear choice … this year, there is. Because it’s a very selective school to which she was accepted last year, the stress is even worse. “Why did I turn them down?” “What if I don’t get in this time?” “There is no way I can wait until April to know what I am doing next year.” “I made up my mind. Why can’t it just be next fall NOW?” No responses are actually welcome, mind you. D has adjusted well to college, has friends, participates on campus, etc. — but she is impatient to move on & is driving herself (and her parents) crazy over it.</p>
<p>The time has come to leave for school. D decides she isn’t going to go. She curls up on the couch in the fetal position & commences crying. Mean old Mom has no sympathy. We have been through this over & over. The path to happiness isn’t always straight. Sometimes it takes a detour. Enjoy the detour. Life isn’t perfect; get used to it. Figure out how to be happy even when you made a mistake (which, by the way, you did not … you just changed your mind). Blah, blah, blah. Now Mom gets mad. D carpooled home & needs to get on the road in order to meet her classmate. D cries, whines, says ridiculous things because she’s mad (like, “Why did you make me go to this school?” — Mom refused to comment when D picked schools PRECISELY because she knew this could happen, by the way). Mom & Dad insist on accompanying D on the 1/2 hour drive to meet her carpool-mate (remember the foot of snow … we need to be sure the roads are okay … AND D needs time to calm down before she gets behind the wheel). D is mad about that, but Mom & Dad win. After all, “her” car is really THEIR car!! </p>
<p>Dad drives D’s car. She won’t vent to him the way she does to Mom. Mom follows behind, glad that the roads are passable. We meet the classmate, caution the kids to drive carefully, and send them on their way. The roads will be slippery for an hour or so, then things should be fine.</p>
<p>Several hours later, D calls to tell us that it’s snowing, cars have spun out all over the place, and I-75 is closed (in the mountains of KY, so no easy alternate route). A quick internet search doesn’t show a road closure, so we tell her it’s probably an accident & it will be cleaned up soon. Fortunately, they are soon back on the road. Weather.com shows that the weather is clear after Knoxville, so we figure I-40 will be clear in the mountains of TN/NC. A couple hours later, D calls to tell us that the snowy weather seems to be following them. D & her carpool-mate drive well in this weather, but they are a bit worried about everyone else on the road. Fortunately, they are very careful. Thank goodness Mom’s school district is closed due to the weather, because she can’t sleep until she knows they have arrived. At 1 a.m., D calls to say they are finally at school. A normal 10 hour drive has taken 13, but it’s okay … they are there, safe & sound.</p>
<p>And their cards won’t open the dorm doors.</p>
<p>They go to the Public Safety office. Too bad. The dorms don’t open until 9 a.m. WHAT!!! Yup. Enrollment Day is 1/2, D’s first class is at 8 a.m. 1/3. But no dorm access until 9 a.m. 1/2. It’s only 1 a.m. 1/2. Others have made the same mistake throughout the day. Oh, well. Your problem. Call to Mom. In laws live 2 hours away … too far to drive at that hour & with the kids so tired. Mom offers to get them a hotel room. D says she’ll call a friend who lives in town; friend doesn’t pick up cell phone & D doesn’t know home phone. Classmate calls a friend in town whose family is kind enough to let them come over. Text from D at 2:15 to let us know she is finally in bed.</p>
<p>Received a call from D this morning, and she is in much better spirits. SOMEDAY she will tell the story for a laugh. Just not today.</p>
<p>SIGH … so how is YOUR new year shaping up?!</p>