One of the last times Hubby, the kids and I went skiing, we decided the last run of the day would be down a slope we had been wanting to try for a while.<\/p>\n
Going up in the lift for that final run, we were talking excitedly about how we would shortly be schussing through the woods on a nice, quiet trail \u2013 no crowds.\u00a0 We were so excited, in fact, that we completely missed all of the snowboard half-pipe and orange construction barrier nonsense going on down below.<\/p>\n
So when we got off the lift, the signs announcing a pro snowboard competition came as a complete shock.\u00a0 And the additional signs indicating we should watch for \u201ctrail changes\u201d rested very uneasily in my heart.<\/p>\n
Be afraid.\u00a0 Be very afraid.\u00a0 BEWARE THE LAST RUN OF THE DAY!!!\u00a0 BEWARE!!!!!<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n So we started off, trying not to chum in our mouths (ok, the chum-control might have just been on my part, no one else seemed\u2026quite\u2026that anxious) and sho\u2019 nuf \u2013 eventually we see the trail we WANTED to take \u2013 \u2018cept now it\u2019s jam packed with a bunch of outdoor bike racks that the snowboarders seemed to be using on purpose.\u00a0 And we?\u00a0 We are directed by temporary plywood signs spray painted with arrows which eventually led us down a series of frightening death plummets.<\/p>\n And lately\u2026a lot lately, this escape-from-scary-mountain has become a metaphor for my life.\u00a0 With my job loss, my totaled car, the obligations of raising two kids with crookedy teeth, a dog that costs a MILLION bucks allasudden, I oftentimes feel like I\u2019m standing at an icy mountain traverse, sick with fear because getting down that hill-I-never-expected-to-be-on is waaaaay beyond my skill level.\u00a0 And my thighs are shaky and burning from the strain.\u00a0 In fact, I\u2019m tempted to walk back UP the mountain with my skiis ON just so I can get back to where the turn went wrong.<\/p>\n The only thing that\u2019s different in Metaphor Land?\u00a0 Is that there\u2019s no nervous vomit on my ski jacket.\u00a0 Yet.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" One of the last times Hubby, the kids and I went skiing, we decided the last run of the day would be down a slope we had been wanting to try for a while. Going up in the lift for that final run, we were talking excitedly about how we would shortly be schussing through […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4119"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4119"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4119\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4131,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4119\/revisions\/4131"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4119"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4119"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newstayathomemom.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4119"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}