The first thing I did this morning: I got up and looked out the window, praying please no snow, please no snow under my breath.
There was no snow! It may be the only reason I didn’t go back to bed.
My husband went out of town for a couple days and I realized after he left that I don’t know how to use our newly-temporarily-acquired snow blower. I’m sure I can figure it out, but I have fears of things like putting the wrong fuel in. Is it a gas/oil blend? What if it’s diesel? Or plutonium? This is a deep seated fear from my childhood based in a very foggy memory that I am not sure is even mine. We used to have a dishwasher, and once my mother used the wrong soap in it and broke it.
Wait, is that even possible?
All I know is that we never had another dishwasher until my parents divorced.
I have a new post up on Family Circle’s Momster blog about forcing kids to shovel snow. The bonus of writing about shoveling is I keep hearing tips from people. One lovely lady told me her parents used to lock them out of the house until they were finished with the driveway.
Did I mention the kids never read my blog?
Here’s the link: No Good Deed Goes Unpunished.
You can leave your tips on making kids shovel snow below.