Yesterday my husband came in from shoveling and knocking huge icicles off of our roof.
Him: I just talked to all of our neighbors.
Me: Really, what is everybody doing out there
Him: Janet is cursing in her driveway.
Me: That sounds pretty good. Maybe I’ll go out too.
Him: Well, she was shoveling. You can’t just go out there and wander around and mutter obscenities. You have to actually be doing something productive.
Me: Oh, well, never mind then.
But I went out anyway. It was nuts! NUTS I SAY!
I don’t think that people understand what it is really like here. My children have only gone to school one day in February.
I have not gone more than 300 yards from my house in eight days.
On the upside, when I ventured out Janet was still cursing in her driveway and it was just as awesome as I had hoped.
I swear her driveway is under there somewhere.
Somebody told me that it is supposed to snow more next week. I think I might lose my shit entirely. This could go either way, a crying jag or a killing spree. Let’s all root for the weeping.
All work and no play make Sarah something something.
Calm down, I’m not going to kill anyone. But since Gabe went to work today (No, he couldn’t get out by car. He HIKED to the main road and had a friend from work pick him up. True story.) it is possible that I will go outside and wander around mumbling profanities. That sounds freeing, and kind of fun.
Don’t judge my ideas about fun. It has been a rough week.
I know Kris, #firstworldproblems right? I am stir crazy but I really can’t complain too much. We didn’t even lose power. The worst thing that happened to me (besides being trapped with my own progeny for 8 days in a row) is that I missed a Caps game because our satellite was out.
Everyone should be lucky enough to have my problems.
And as much as I bitch about it sometimes the snow is really pretty.