Phew! The weekend's over. Sort of.
Thursday night I stayed at work until 3 a.m., because I knew I wouldn't get anything done the next day.
Friday both kids were home in anticipation of the blizzard. It started snowing around 9 a.m., but by the end of the day we only had six inches or so. We made waffles and did inside things. X and I went out and did some shoveling. At night the power went out, but it was back by the next morning.
Saturday we woke up to about two feet of snow. We went out in the morning to shovel, but the winds were strong and X cried when the snow whipped him in the face. I took the kids back in. We were going to take turns shoveling, but instead JW stayed out there for five hours straight, not coming in for a break. It turned into a community event, with everyone out trying to help each other manage the snow. A generous neighbor with a snowblower helped us with the sidewalk and the bottom of the driveway. If it weren't for him, we'd still be digging out. We went over with thank-you cookies today.
Today the sun was out and we scraped slush and ice off the driveway in preparation for tomorrow's freezing rain. We also pulled the car out and shoveled it off while the kids played in the snow. It was sort of amazing to see pavement so soon after yesterday's five-foot drifts.
Tomorrow K's school is closed, but thank goodness, X's daycare is open. It's going to be another late night or early morning for me as I try to finish whatever work I can, since I won't get to work until tomorrow afternoon after spending the morning with K. I have three things I was supposed to get done tomorrow morning, and one will take several hours.
I wish I lived in one of those places where they can't handle snow and everything shuts down when they get half an inch. I hate how here you're expected to go on with your everyday life and business continues as usual, but meanwhile everything is covered with ice and leaving your house is a giant pain in the ass and the schools are closed.