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.
Hmmm.
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.
JM Randolph, accidentalstepmom 
You can tell them that you went out the night before and put a couple of twenty-dollar bills on the bare driveway, JM.
Ooh! That’s brilliant. I like it.
Definitely plutonium. Or uranium. One of those.