Kill him with kindness?

OK, so a little much needed venting session....warning. LOVE the rain, but not when you have to take a dirt road to get to your house.....which we do. Almost a week had gone by since it had rained last, and most of the mud had dried up....and what happens Friday night??? MORE RAIN! I could scream. I have a panic attack at the thought of leaving my house, and these pictures might explain why. Yesterday at church Recker Road was the talk of the entire ward. My visiting teacher tells me this is ALMOST the worst she's seen it....but that 6 years ago it was THE worst, which is when she had to get her mini van TOWED, because it got stuck in the mud. She says to me, "luckily you drive an SUV though." I looked at her and said, "um actually I don't....I too am a mini van Mom!" She reaches out, "I'm so sorry, I don't know how you are getting to and from your house...the road is so bad."

Here is where the road goes from asphalt to dirt...or MUD, and where my nightmare begins.

So if you can see to the RIGHT, there's this huge truck parked, blocking half the freaking road. The guy that owns it is such a jerk, so everyone says (we haven't actually "met"). It's completely solid ground under the truck, no pot holes, no slipping, no sliding....and definitely no worries of getting stuck! The owner of the truck, doesn't have the greatest reputation with the neighbors.....which is why nobody has gone over and asked him to MOVE IT (instead they're all say they're calling the Sheriff)! I'm beyond the angry point though, I seriously get anxiety every time I have to leave, or come home.....for fear I'm going to get stuck, with all the kids, and Big P miles away.
Yesterday I got a bright idea....I thought, let's go around to the other side of our property and go out the other gate, completely avoiding the whole ordeal...and taking us ALMOST right to the asphalt. Big P patted me on the back...he was so proud that I had thought of it! BAD IDEA. I was driving, and Parker's guiding me. All the sudden the tires are turning and we're not moving at all. I'm stressing-big time. Parker switches me spots, and we go forward, then reverse, forward and then reverse.....probably 10 different times. Finally we get out of the COW SHIZ, yes folks we're talking straight cow dung-not mud (and I wipe the sweat from my brow)!
Look how deep the pot holes are, I mean seriously! They truly are probably 10 inches deep! If I can make it past this, meaning squeezing as close as I possibly can to the truck, without my tires slipping into the holes....I'm good.
THANK GOODNESS....the home stretch.

And this might be the reason I've gotten nothing done the past 2 weeks. My kids have been trapped inside my house, cus if I let them outside they are covered in mud.Don't they make mini vans with 4wd? Look how trashed my car is. I just had it washed Thursday, cus I couldn't stand it from the previous weeks rain storms.
Welcome to our back door! The door all of our friends and family use (strangers aka UPS drivers, soliciters-use the front door) This sign was bolted to the house when we bought it (obviously from Cowboys)...and we never took it down. Lovely. The sign is in full force right now with all the mud. Boots, sneakers, flip flops, whatever-scrape it off!!!

So......Do I go over and politely ask the dude to move his truck.....or what. When I told my Mom the story, I was obviously heated, cus it was right after the cow shiz fiasco....and her only means of advice is, "kill him with kindness." Is she for real!?!? I was with everyone else, and was about to call the Po Po. What a great Mom I have (she doesn't have to drive in it!) and she's such an example to what kind of Mom I strive to be. I'm debating what kind of goodie to make and take over to him....and hopefully he will be understanding and rash (sp?). Wish me luck. Oh and if you have any other advice for me, much is needed! Oh and...enjoy the rainy days for me :(