Snow Blows…Part 3!

My apologies for being absent yesterday. Today is day number 7 since Bill left for San Diego and I truly am starting to lose my mind. As if it’s not hard enough to be home alone with the boys for days on end, then you throw two major snow storms on top and I’m one looney mama. Has anyone see the movie The Shining?
 
Kind of how I feel right now.


Thankfully enough, my parents are home safe and sound and are able to clean their own driveway. That reminds me, I broke their snowblower. Yep, I sure did. I was in tears in my parent’s kitchen Tuesday when I found out what happened. I’m not sure if he was just trying to make me feel better or not, but my Dad wasn’t at all mad and said it would have happen to him if he was the one using it. The cable attached to the auger and the lever that engages the auger broke. Of course we find this out just hours before the snow starts. Thank goodness my Dad is handy, he was able to take all the safeties off and run it with the auger on all the time. So my big empowering moment was a little tarnished by the fact that I ended up breaking the damn snowblower.


Back to present day. Today was the big dig out in the neighborhood and it sucked! The geniuses on our homeowner’s association board decided that 2 hours before a major snow fall was a good time to change snow removal companies. But that’s a story for another day. This new company was less than impressive, leaving huge amounts of plowed snow behind all the cars. After digging out, it was a game of musical cars throughout the neighborhood.


Just a quick background; I live in a very small townhouse community and have no garage to keep my Jeep snow free. UGH!


It didn’t seem too much like work with all my wonderful neighbors out helping each other and joking around. We had lots of laughs at the snow removal company’s expense. They came with a band of high school kids who I don’t think had ever had to shovel anything in their short lives. At one point, a few of them turned to try and shovel their way through a 10 foot high snow bank to clear out the mailbox, only there is no mailbox where they were digging. We contemplated not telling them and letting them figure it out on their own, but figured we were paying them by the hour, so we filled them in. OK, I know we sound a little mean, but I assure you we had some reason.


Anyway, I digress.


So now I have all this snow and a 3 year old more than eager to get out an play in it. I’m sure some other mommies have found the problem with that; the snow is too deep. Even if Cameron were able to get over the nearly 5 foot tall snow banks to get into the yard, he would most likely sink to his chin once he did.


How do you explain to a 3 year old who wants nothing more than to play in all that snow that he can’t? He just doesn’t believe me that there’s so much out there. Forget the fact that his sandbox has disappeared in a mound of snow. Or the fact that mommy’s Jeep Commander looked like an Army Hummer under all that snow.


I am so grateful that Bill gets home late tonight, maybe he can find a way to get that kid out in the snow. 


Happy digging to all, and to all a good night!