I really like a good snowstorm, under the right conditions.
But this snow storm? The timing wasn't exactly to my liking.
After 12 days of holiday break, I was ready to get back into a routine. Apparently there was "snow way" that was happening. I was not so thrilled...
...but Junior Goo Shoes was ecstatic. He had something to put in the Happy Jar, since the official "School will be closed tomorrow" phone call came early last night.
You'd have thought they were predicting the biggest blizzard of the century, the way the news stations carried on all day yesterday.
"The tri-state area is bracing for a major snowstorm...6-10 inches expected."
It started out as a light snow...
...with most of the heavy stuff coming overnight.
We only got about 8 inches...
...it was bitterly cold --
And, really windy, creating "blizzard-like conditions."
But it surely wasn't the snow storm of the century, for heaven's sake.
Even still, it was bad enough to close the schools. I just wish it could have waited another week or two. I mean, one day back at school, and now they're off for a 3-day weekend?
I don't mean to complain...OK, actually, I do mean to complain...
I was ready to get back to the academic variety of worrying, like did he do his homework? Study enough for his tests? Remember his gym clothes? But, Mother Nature had other plans for Mother Goo Shoes.
And, on top of everything, Mr. Goo Shoes was feeling a bit under the weather.
Of course, I felt bad for him. I gave him lots tea and sympathy, but there was no amount of chicken soup that was going to cure him in time to plow the driveway.
I wore my sulking face, but Junior GS, on the other hand, had dollar signs in his eyeballs.
Shoveling For Sneakers.
Yes, he was on a mission to save up money to buy some expensive pair of sneakers.
Now, I don't mind paying him to shovel the driveway (not for his usual chores, though) but last night he went out for five minutes; came back in and told us we owed him $5...then went out again for another 10 minutes, and said now we owed him another $10.
Uh, hello? A dollar a minute? No way that is happening.
I am sure JGS had this all figured out:
Cost of Very Expensive Sneakers
Divided by cost per minute
Equals exact number of shoveling minutes JGS planned to do.
I could have hired someone to plow for less than that.
The shoveling was exhausting. I'm sure I'll be sore tomorrow.
So here I am, bone-tired. I have finally plopped myself down on the couch, to enjoy some hot chocolate.
Hmmm...maybe this isn't so bad after all.
Mr. Goo Shoes doesn't feel like eating...
Junior GS is at a friend's...
I can have cheese and crackers for dinner if I feel like it...watch whatever I want to on TV...and I am going to treat myself to the last of the Chocolate Lava Cakes (yes, they can be re-heated in the microwave for 30-45 seconds)
Oh, wait...I just heard the door...
It's Junior GS -- he brought enough friends to fill Yankee Stadium.
And this just happened to my Mud Room...
Is it Monday yet?
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