Déjà vu, it's Monday and I just spent another hour shoveling snow. We received a good 4 inches last night and the driveway and sidewalks needed to be cleared. Instead of the fluffy, white stuff, I was faced with a heavy, slushy, mess. For anyone who has ever shoveled snow, you know the difference. The fluffy stuff is so easy to shovel off and toss onto the lawn; while the slushy stuff turns an enjoyable (to me) job into a labor-intensive chore.
I finally get back inside and all I want to do is sit down for a few minutes and relax. However, it is Christmas break and the kids want food. Okay, they are 13 and 11 years old; old enough to be able to go into the kitchen and make toast or pour a bowl of cereal, right? Well, apparently they are incapable of performing this most simple of tasks. I imagine that if I hadn't come back inside, they may have very well starved to death...and with a refrigerator of food just a few feet away. I think I may have them shovel the back porch.
Okay, I just flipped a coin, like they do in football, and the loser is now shoveling the back porch and the winner is feeding the birds and squirrels, while I am inside where its warm, typing away. I love being a parent!
Oh, yes that's Koko on top of our ladder. He is inspecting our handiwork. Whenever we bring it inside, he just has to climb up to the top.