I'm So Done!

This is pretty much how I felt too.

My little snowman.

Dylan loving the snow.  

It's hard to tell in the picture, but the snow was almost to his waist.

Our big snow pile.  I wish I would've zoomed out a bit so you could've gotten a better idea of the massive amounts of snow.  As you can see, the pile was almost as tall as my car.

I get so excited the first time it snows.  I get all geared up to build snowmen and snow forts and have fun snowball fights with the kids.  It gets me in the Christmas spirit (provided it snows before Christmas).  It's really fun...and then it's not.  So I'm to the it's not fun part now.  I'm so over the snow and am seriously ready for spring.  Now that I'm a big, mature grownup, I sometimes wonder what in the world I'm doing in Utah since I feel like I need a warm vacation spot after the first two storms.  Yesterday there was a HUGE storm here.  It seems it didn't hit hard everywhere, but I was one of the lucky ones.  Yep, and of course I had a big errand day too. Preschool, doctor appointments, grocery store...  What was I thinking?  Luckily I made it through the crazy storm safe and sound and got home with my groceries with an hour and a half to spare before I had people over for a coupon class.  I had just spoken to Marcos, who informed me he'd be a little late (again!)  I clicked the garage door opener, turned my steering wheel and hit the brakes with lightning speed.  The stupid city snow plows had blocked me out again.  Freak!  I've got Preston in the backseat crying, a trunk full of groceries, Dylan begging to go to the neighbor's house, tidying up to do, refreshments to bake, dinner to fix, and I hadn't gotten ready for the day, which I thought might be a good idea with guests coming over.  Oh well, here we go.  I got my boots on, grabbed all the gear, got Dylan out and got him in snow pants, coat, hat, boots and gloves and then did the same with Preston.  I grabbed my trusty shovel (heaven forbid we get a snowblower - it's like 93rd on the list of things to buy) and started to heave snow onto the already humungous pile.  Let me just say it was the heaviest, wettest snow ever!  Holy crud! I did not think I was going to make it.  Oh, side note.  Dylan is now whining about going down to the neighbor's house who has a 4-wheeler with a plow on it because he's let him ride on it before.  I finally ignored him enough that he just walked over there himself.  By this point, Preston was feeling much as I was.  He couldn't even pick his feet up with all the gear on and the snow was so deep he kept falling over.  I finally resorted to undressing him, grabbing a sippy cup and putting on a Baby Einstein video for him.  At least I knew he would sit still that way.  Back to the task at hand.  Shovel, shovel, I don't think I'm lifting properly because this is killing my back, shovel, shovel.  And then, voila, a ward member just shows up in his shorts and boots with a shovel and starts helping me.  What the heck!  So I let him.  As much as I hate help, I knew it would be twice as fast with both of us and I needed to buy some time.  I guess if you look helpless enough, eventually people come to your aid.  Next thing I know, a neighbor two doors down comes over with his snowblower and minutes later, I've got Dylan back.  He's recruited the 4-wheeler plow guy to come help with the driveway. Oh, how embarrassing!  But at least they got the job done.  At this point, my hair is dripping and I'm so tired.  I thank everyone shyly, get my groceries in the house, peel off my wet clothes and get to work on the rest of my night.  I kid you not, Marcos walked in two minutes later.  Perfect timing!  Then when I need his help most, he sits outside talking to all of the friendly neighbors. Okay, important, but bad timing.  I had SO much to do and it had just been one of those days. Anyway, I finished pretty much right when people arrived and ran upstairs to sort of fix my hair.  I didn't have time to change clothes though, but no big deal.  The bottom 8 inches of my jeans were wet, but whatever.  This is WAY longer than I had anticipated, but I had to share. I just need the spring.  I need some sun, kids that aren't cooped up and a little less shoveling/begging for help.  Oh, and we got the friendly little postman notice today that says we will not be receiving mail until we clear a path to our mailbox.  Nice!  I HATE the city plow people. Other cities plow curb to curb.  It's a law.  Here, they plow all the snow to the end of the cul-de-sac (poor people at the end), back up and do it again and call it good.  Oh, I forgot that part.  On my way to take Dylan to preschool the guy was there plowing.  I'm sure it was his first time too.  Holy cow.  I was at the stop sign and he backs up the street and about hits me.  Now I can't just pull out into traffic with slippery streets and get killed, but he was seriously not looking at all.  I honk.  He keeps coming.  I honk again.  He's still coming full speed.  Four horn honks it took to get any reaction from him.  I don't know if he had the radio cranked up or what, but really.  You're going to back up a street without even looking behind you?  I don't care if it is a cul-de-sac - people still might be there. Okay, enough.  I just had to vent a little.  I swear I'm trying to have a better attitude, but sometimes you just need to vent.