We drop Olivia off at daycare around 7 am every morning, Monday through Friday. Including when the government has liberal leave, blah blah blah... we still have to get to work. Only today, I was by myself. Scott was home sick.

Of course we had an ice storm that morning and skating Olivia to the car without killing ourselves was a feat in itself. Mind you, I have my bag, her bag and her in my arms. Scott says sherpas climbing Mount Everest carry less stuff, but I was too busy trying not to imitate a Warner Bros. cartoon to hit him this time.

Getting out of the driveway and down the street was tricky. We slid several times. Must..get..to..main..road is all I kept thinking. The main streets were not bad at all. They were treated with salt and other cancer-causing ice-melting stuff. Getting to the daycare was not bad, until I hit the side street where it's located.

The driveway is a slight incline. Went up the driveway, made sure I was on level ground, put the car in park with the emergency brake on and got out to get Olivia.

I opened the back door to the Cruiser, unlatched the car seat, then all of a sudden, *LUUURCH*. Felt like someone pushed the car.

"WTF?" I was thinking.

*LUUURCCH*

"HOLY SHIT!! THE CAR IS MOVING!!!"

Yes, the car started to slide down the driveway with Olivia inside and me hanging onto it for dear life going, "hang on baby! The car will stop sometime!" She just sort of stared at me, intrigued that mommy had decided to move the car by standing outside it. Of course at this point I'm hanging onto the inside door dragging my feet, bouncing back and forth like a drag race brake chute. It looked just like those old movies of ships launching. All we needed was Rita Hayworth standing at the front with a smashed champagne bottle.

Eventually the car stopped with a solid thud when it hit a hard ice/slush pile in the middle of the road. Of course, this gave Olivia a very visual demonstration of Newton's second law of motion as I was flung past the door onto my butt. I swear she had this look like, "well, that was different. Whadja do that for?"

Next time I parked the car in the grass.