Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow

For the past seven winters of home ownership I have shoveled the snow each and every time it fell. With the brief exception of the season that I was pregnant with Little Guy.

I really don't mind shoveling. It is kind of exhilarating after the first, second and maybe third storms. I consider it exercise. A day to skip the gym.

By the fourth snowfall, I am DONE!

The retired man across the street has lots of free time on his hands. He watches me shovel, rake, dig, plant, move 3 tons of stone (for another post) and do all of the heavy lifting. He says that I "work like a man."

The reason that I am the official snow shoveler for the Gruppie family is that hubby has back issues. Not the "ooh my muscles are tight" type of problems. He has the "wow I have never seen a patient with such severe deterioration at your age or even 30 years older" type of problem. He can barely life the bottle of apple juice anymore. I lovingly like to joke that if I was going to marry someone with an 80 year-old's body I would have married someone with a bank account to match.

This season hubby bought a snow thrower and I am feeling way guilty about it. Yes, shoveling is practically killing me by the end of the season. No, I don't want to add even more emissions into the air.

Maybe the guilt will fade by February?

Ho Ho Who?

The first real snowfall is predicted for tonight.

Little Guy thinks that snow means Christmas and that Santa is coming tonight. He imagination is helped by the fact that we visited Santa and Mrs. Claus at my lake's Christmas celebration today.

Little Guy is very worried that Santa will not be bringing him any presents because he broke my new solar spotlight.

I did try to allay his fears and let him know that he is a great kid and Santa will be bringing him gifts. Still, a little part of me likes to play the Santa card. A little guilting into getting along with his sister won't cause any permanent damage. Right?

"He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake.

He knows when you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!"




Note to Lake Group: Please don't dress-up the camp's Silly Willy Man as Santa. Yes, he looked great, BUT...my Girlie is very smart and she immediately guessed that Silly Willy Man was dressed as Santa. Major buzz kill for Girlie and Mummy got a little teary realizing that her Girlie is growing up.