These pics shot from inside my warm house don't do it justice. A blizzard it was. Leaving 12-14 inches.
I love it when snow days come in pairs. The first day is for lounging and the second day is for getting things done. I could relive this February 2nd over and over again, no problem.
Happy Groundhog Day!
Cade woke us up this morning as he was upset that his diaper had leaked...upon cleaning up the situation we discovered that what we thought was a simple #1 leak was in fact...not #1.
On with the day...I always try to get a work out in on a snow day. Heck, if I have the whole day off I ought to be able to make time to work out. As I'm lugging out my hand weights and reaching for my "Biggest Loser" workout DVDs I see a neighbor out shoveling his driveway. Why should I lift weights inside when I can get a workout in and be productive by clearing off the driveway?
Usually Matt and I see shoveling the driveway as equivalent to making the bed. Not necessary unless we're having company. Last year we didn't even own a shovel for the ENTIRE winter season. And we had 4 snow days last year.
But this blizzard didn't just drop a dusting that we could easily drive our cars over. So I inform Matt that I want to TRY to shovel the driveway. He has no problem with this so I get all bundled up and head outside.
Clearly we aren't skiers. I have very few clothing items appropriate for being out in the snow. This is the best I could do.
I opened the garage door and WHOA. I had to completely abandon the game plan Matt and I had come up with for efficient shoveling. He said I should do one row down the middle and then work toward the sides from the inside out. Upon seeing the large drifts I knew I was just going to have to chip away at it, little by little.
I wish more than anything that I had a before picture. Dang it. It is pivotal to the story...I know. But I didn't take a before picture other than of my outfit.
So I just started shoveling. All the while composing my blog entry in my head about my shoveling. 'I see how people have heart attacks from this...I see why we don't normally do this...Where is the end of our driveway? How far do I have to go? Maybe I'll just do a little and then turn it over to Matt.'
But then it became a challenge. I had to finish it myself. I could not let the driveway win.
I'm a pioneer woman. I CAN do this.
Our driveway is curved so I kept accidentally shoveling off the grass which made me angry. What a waste of man(woman)power. I shoveled and shoveled. Trying to find where the drive meets the street. But the drift was so deep in the street there's no way we could actually get out of our driveway into the street until it was
professionally cleared. I finally had to stop when said curved driveway nearly meets up with our neighbors driveway and I'm pretty sure I was shoveling snow from my drive onto theirs. It was still a little snow packed. But driveable. And I did it all myself. I was sweaty. (Must hide behind baby gate as I already shed my snow pants at the door.)
Ta Da! Of course you know that this picture does not do it justice...
And I came in to find Matt hard at work on some of the inside chores! (A THOROUGH job of vacuuming?)
This is what snow days are made for!
Author's Note: My body is SO beyond sore already I'm sure I won't be able to move tomorrow. My arms and back are in so much pain as I type. And I thought I was in shape! I hate to have to take a sick day tomorrow to recover...please don't make us go to school...please!
