It started out as a normal morning. We were pushing it on time, but nothing new. I should have known that things were bad when the girls stepped out of the house and both fell flat on their backs. No big deal, I thought. I will just help everyone to the car. The girls stood on the grass, and I carried them one by one to the car. Now, you may be thinking, if it is that bad, why would you get in the car? Looking back now, I am thinking the same thing. However, at the time, I pressed forward. I thought, it may be slick here, but usually it is not that bad once I get to the main road in my village.
I started down the hill and we basically just slid the first half of it. I knew that once we hit the bottom part, where it is driven on more, we would be ok. Sliding down the first half made me nervous, so I decided that we were just going to head home. So, I went to the bottom of the hill, turned around, got a good start, and made my way up the hill. We did fine until the last little leg of the hill, where we just stopped and started sliding backwards. Luckily, the van decided to do a 180degree turn, so I was facing down the hill. I slide all over the place again, but I was able to stop before the main crossroad. I turned around again, and we made it most of the way up the hill, and we just parked the car.
Here is where things got tricky. I had Zoe, Georgia and Lincoln with me. Lincoln needs to be carried, but the girls needed a lot of help, too. There was another guy who parked next to us, and he told me to follow him because he had salt, but he was so fast, we were only able to follow him for about 5 feet. I stood looking at the mountain (it is probably only 50 feet, but it felt like miles) and said a little prayer. I really was wondering how we were going to conquer it, but some German neighbors saved us. This little elderly couple loves us, and they came out to help. The man grabbed Zoe's hand, but I still was holding Georgia's hand and carrying Lincoln. What a nightmare! Georgia fell on her own about 10 times. At one point, Georgia and I were standing still on the hill, and we just started sliding backwards. We slid for about 5 feet and both fell down. I was holding Lincoln, so I went down hard, so as not to injure him! It was horrible. We ended up getting high enough on the hill to move into someone's grass, and then it was smooth sailing from there. Sort of.....We still had to cross some driveways, and once we made it to the top of the hill, we had to walk down the street for a little bit to get to our house. If it had not been for our German neighbors, I don't know what I would have done!
Well, we are now home, and I am not planning on going anywhere today. Hopefully it is better by the time Clayton gets off the bus!
