There were two things I wanted from this latest snowstorm:
1. I wanted my power to stay on.
2. I didn’t want my roof to collapse.
So far we are two for two.
This was the scene at my house yesterday after it stopped snowing. At the time that I took this photo, I was standing in crotch-deep snow in my back yard. I was busy pursuing Jack in his effort to get to the little house in the way back of the yard.
I didn’t make it. Jack did.
I was dumb enough to make some offhand jokey comment about, ha, ha, you guys should clear a path to the little house. Twenty minutes later, Jack was there. He didn’t make it until after the neighbors leaned out of their window and shouted, “Are you crazy?” and I had to admit that we were.
It’s really crazy out there. It’s a little crazy inside too. We’ve all been trapped home together with little respite since last Friday. Alex works for the federal government, so what with school and his work being canceled all week so far (and tomorrow), we’re starting to lose it.
Alex spectacularly lost it when we went out in the snow to play and he went flailing off through the yard with the dog in hot pursuit in an effort to burn off some energy.
Then he fell flat on his face in the snow.
Other members of our family were losing it other ways. For instance, here is Sam beating Jack over the head with a giant icicle.
Really. We’ve got to get out of this house soon or there WILL be a corpse.
And the dog will likely be feasting on it.
Seriously, she’s freaking out. Although I suppose I would be too if I had to go to the bathroom in three feet of snow.
Weather gods willing, this is the end of it. Hopefully we’ll be able to shovel our way out tomorrow, Alex will go back to work…sometime, the munchkins will go back to school…oh holy cow, on Tuesday, and someday the sun, the glorious sun will come out and melt all this crap.
Because I just can’t take much more of this.