My landlord talked me into doing the shoveling for our house. Mostly, the fact that two other people and not just me are waiting for it to be done is stressful. And it ends up being a lot more work than I expected.
So, Saturday I was gone from 8:00 AM until 6:30 PM in Apple Valley doing my dance team thing. I came out to a car completely iced over and the snow drifted in around it. So, in my nice little high-heeled boots I scraped and got on the road. The very stressful, scary road where I couldn't see the lines and some obnoxious truck was passing in between the lanes.
Finally, I arrived home safe and sound to lots of snow to shovel. At which time Anthony and I decided that the roads were too treacherous to make the trip to Bloomington and thus I wouldn't see him.
That's the point when I started to cry. Outside in the snow, still shoveling and crying. The snow just made everything suck that day and I needed let it out.