It all depends on how you want to define “quality family time”

It is March and we just received 9 inches of snow. NINE INCHES! Don’t get me wrong; there are many things I like that are 9 inches. Like a corndog. Or a 6 inch Subway sandwich. Or a package of thin mint Girl Scout cookies. But not snow. I wanted to cry this morning when I saw my snow covered car sitting in the driveway. All this in one night when the day before the temperature was in the 40’s and it is supposed to be in the 50’s by the end of this week.

snow car
So I changed into warm clothes (including my special batman hat) and started shoveling the snow off my car. At the same time I was complaining in my head that it wasn’t fair that my husband’s car got to sit in the garage all night nice and snow free. After I had the car pretty much done, I was completely overwhelmed with the thought of having to shovel the driveway, too.

So I did what any other working mother would do at 7:00 am. I went to wake up my kids.

“Time to get up!” I yelled as I walked up the stairs. “It is a beautiful snowy white morning and I have some special family time planned.”

It took about 15 minutes but I finally got my kids attention. My son was the first to quickly point out that “this is not family time, but torture time.” My daughter offered a completely acceptable alternate plan of action; that she would clean the entire house today if I would just go away and let her sleep. I not stupid; I took the deal.

So my son, husband and I went outside to further contemplate the awful snowiness of our extremely long driveway. My husband quickly pointed out that there were only two snow shovels so his time was best spent in his office paying bills. Which left me and Michael.

“Give me the damn shovel,” he groused. (Guess there wasn’t an energy drink in the fridge for him). So we both shoveled away as quick as we could. And we got the job done in less than one hour. In the process, Michael heaped a ton of snow on top of his sister’s car.

snow driveway

When we were done, my son did offer one suggestion:
“Next time you know it is going to snow, would you please park your car at the end of the driveway?”
Damn kid.

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