So this is what happened last night while we were sleeping....
and this is what it looked like this morning when we attempted to dig ourselves out...
this is Emma thinking she's too weak to shovel...
and this is the measuring device that tells us it's going to be long day...
For whatever reason, Alex decided to come home this weekend. He EVEN decided to come home after he KNEW it would snow a bajillion inches. And he EVEN came home knowing he'd be out with a shovel for several hours helping us dig out. I love that kid.
I found out I am not as strong as I wish I was. About a half hour into the shoveling process I was ready to quit. But so were they...so we continued on so that no one would quit. Meanwhile our neighbors had already finished up their own driveways with their snowblowers and were probably sipping hot chocolate watching us struggle to make a dent in ours. I'm not bitter.. But, it was a good time to teach my boys a lesson about buying themselves a truck and a snowblower when they're older so that they can dig out every single mom and old lady they know. Just saying...
Eventually fatique won out and we just plain old QUIT and went inside.
About an hour later, along came a little snowplow from the business across the street, and within minutes, our cars were set free. Our hard work managed to give us a great workout, but the best thing of the day was that little yellow plow. THANK YOU, SIR. I believe you just won yourself a little jewel in your crown!
I can now appreciate the view out the window...and I sort of like snow again.
The plan for the rest of the day is NO-thing.
Maybe a movie or two...maybe a little food...maybe nothing else.
