It was our turn to get the storm.
I don't even feel like I can brag about all the snow we got because everyone has gotten a ton of snow this week.
I got the call that school was closed at 4:50 AM.
Preschool had already been scheduled for a day off anyway.
Naturally, Cori is out of town.
The kids and I ate a quick breakfast and bundled up to clear the walks and the driveway.
It took three hours.
This snow is like mashed potatoes.
The pile left by the street plows at the end of the drive was about 3 feet tall and nearly 6 feet wide.
Our snowblower was useless against it.
I shoveled at it until it was time to get Grant down for his nap.
The muscles in my back and forearms are in the early stages of complete atrophy.
I'm sure of it.
As soon as I opened the garage the neighborhood kids appeared to take Grace and Grant to go play. Bless them all. Grant played for a little while but then decided he wanted to sit and watch me and play on my iPod. This also lasted for just a little while until he was ready to go inside and let the DVD player babysit him for a bit.
All of Gracie's snow day wishes came true thanks to our neighbors. When Grace looked out the window this morning, she wanted three things: a snowball fight, a snowman, and a mug of hot chocolate. She got them all- and in that order. 
Once the main part of the driveway was cleared, I strained my body shoveling the frozen slush at the end of our driveway until I had enough room to squeeze the Edge through. I don't have plans to go anywhere today. But this would be the day that one of the kids would break his/her arm or something. So I'm all prepared now. I didn't bother clearing a path for the mail man. We'll get our mail tomorrow. Or maybe he'll be nice and put it in our box anyway. 
Oh, and I swore. And quite loudly. The profanity was directed at the snowblower, though the fact that Grant couldn't be happy without my proximity and that Grace had to be unbundled to go potty every ten minutes (or so it seemed) may have had something to do with it.I didn't feel as bad as I should have about the swearing because of the excellent restraint I showed earlier this week when I found this:
Yes. Grace and Grant LICKING piles of sprinkles off the family room coffee table. I wanted to yell very loudly at them. The yells were bottlenecked at the top of my throat ready to stampede out of my mouth. I took a deep breath, swallowed them down, and then hurled them at the snowblower this morning instead. So there it is. I fight daily urgings to yell at my kids for being kids. I swore out loud and felt justified. I am not above letting the TV babysit my two-year-old once in a while. A work in progress? I think so.
Thanks for letting me vent.
11 comments:
Thank you for swearing, I feel much better about my own incipient Tourette's Syndrome now.
love you!
oooooooooooooo yahooooo!! Yes, I'm cheering on your swearing only to justify me in my own sins :) and seriously, that much snow? you should see how my mouth hit the floor. I'm sorry Cori is out of town. Why does it always seem like that happens when we need them the most? Tell gracie that she can have hot chocolate at my house anytime. And can still jump on our trampoline... even though it IS cold outside :)
Oh sweatheart you are not alone at all. Perryis out of town all week as well. I had to haul 3 monkeys outside to shovel my walks two of them being very young and terrified of the snow I only got an hour outside and probably a heck of a lot more swear words out then you did after watching all the snow off my car fall all over my nicely scrapped walks and packed about a foot of snow all over my walks. inside I went. regained control of my anger and made cookies with the kids and snuggled them a little tighter for being so forgiving of mommy this week without daddy and this giant storm. Once again your are not alone. us husband less Moms can do this and we do it through realizing we are not alone and find humor in each others miseries. LOL good luck the rest of the week. But all in all the snow has brought very magical moments in my family this week. it seems everything ha s been set aside and what matters most has gotten all the attention family time and warm snuggles. cant beat that.
I don't know what I would do if Cameron was out of town and it snowed. I think swearing would be on the list. I also think I would probably call my home teacher who has a tractor or just stay home and hope to not have to call 911. I am proud of you for shoveling that load of snow. It is impressive!
I'm glad someone else swears when things are running amuck....I also want you to know growing up in Gardnerville has proven to be an advantage for you....(shoveling snow!) Stay warm Jesse and the babies!...Love ya!
Oh Jesse, I thought we got hit, but we have nothing compared to that mashed potato mess. School didn't even miss a beat here (yinda made me mad) and it is very dry snow, not wet. I hate clearing wet snow. You are brave. I am sure your swares were justified, or it wouldn't have slipped out. Hope your week gets better. You're in my thoughts while Cori is gone.
So sorry Cori is gone, and I know how hard shoveling can be (believe me I know!)Your snow looks like what we got this past weekend. Bless my father for coming down with his tractor...it made this storm so much easier to take. (we are shoveling it)
And even though you swore at the snow and blower (who wouldn't?) bless you for not yelling at the kids over the coffee table incident. Just keep telling yourself that it 20 years, what Gracie will remember is the "big snow" where all of my snow day wishes came true! How magical it that!?
Ha ha! I swear on occasion too! Looove all the snow. I'm sorry it was like mashed potatoes. Ours is nice and fluffy. :)
All...I would appreciate if you didn't encourage my beautiful wife as she struggles with her habit of swearing...For that which goeth into a (wo)man's mouth defileth her not, but that which cometh out!
By the way..the drive looks great Sweetie!
All- I feel the need to clarify that my little outburst was very uncharacteristic- thus blog worthy. I make myself laugh imagining the scene because it is so unlike me. There are just times that words like 'bummer!' and 'rats!' cannot purge the emotional strain of a situation.
I am happy to say that neither of the kids was near by. So my sin is between me and my Maker (and now all of you- but I'm okay with that).
You rock!!!
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