Killing my can-do attitude?

Generally I have a can-do attitude.  Part of this is believing that the weather is not the boss of me.  If someone says, "hey don't do this, the roads will be too slippery," I scoff at them.  I proclaim that the the weather is not the boss of me.  Well, lately, this belief is really butting heads with reality.

It started Saturday.  Saturday had a pretty packed schedule regardless of the weather.  We live on the west side of the greater Detroit area.  We were invited to a baby shower and a Christmas Party on the east side of the greater Detroit area.  Obviously, only the girls were invited to the baby shower, but the whole family was to go to the Christmas party.  This meant that the plan was to go to the shower, drive home, pick up the fellas, and head back east.

In the morning, my can do attitude was still alive and kicking.  I was supposed to to go the shower with my Mother in law and my Sister in law. They live about an hour south of our house and the snow was crazy there, so they decided not to risk it.  In my usual fashion, I proclaimed that the weather was not the boss of me.  I packed up my two year old daughter and my three month old daughter and headed east in the snow.

The roads were bad, but not terrible.  We were only a half hour late to the shower.  My can do attitude was really tested when we tried to get from the car into the shower.  I was lugging the baby, diaper bag, purse, and gift as I tried to keep the two year old from getting hit by a car.  We were victorious.  We were tested again when the two year old's diaper started leaking.  I took both of the girls into the bathroom and miraculously they had a fancy sitting room or bride changing room where I could put the baby down while I changed the other one.  I also arose to the challenge when the two year old wanted to sit on the potty.  She didn't actually "go" on the potty, but I managed to get her in there, pull her pants down, get her on the potty, and balance holding her while holding the baby.  My can-do confidence had never been higher.  Sure, we had our struggles, but we had overcome amazing difficulties.

In the end, the weather won.  We got back into the car and the roads were worse when we drove home. It took two hours to drive home.  This meant that an equally long trip back would mean missing the party.  I had to suck it up and tell people that we couldn't make it to the party.  This sounds like it is not a big deal, but it is huge for me.  I can't decide if it is freeing or not.  Part of it was that we would miss the party anyway because it would take so much time to get there, but part of it was also seeing the cars that had been in accidents.  I was confident in my driving in the snow, but I kept seeing people drive like maniacs and I was was worried that they might hit the back of my car and smoosh the kids.  That morbid thought was part of the decision to let the weather win.  I might become a worry wart.

What is your policy about when to let the weather be the boss of you?