Shoveling Snow

I think my husband delights in telling his coworkers strange stories about our family. One day last week he told everyone how I got mad at him because he shoveled the snow out of the driveway. His coworkers must think I'm a nut.

It was, however, true that I got a bit frustrated with him for shoveling the driveway, because I wanted to do it! I had had a particularly frustrating day with Drew and Gracie, and all day I had been looking forward to going out after they were asleep to shovel the snow. I thought it would give me some exercise and a productive outlet for my frustration, but by the time I got outside, my husband was just finishing up with the sidewalk. Grrr.

So, when it snowed several inches last Thursday night, my husband was careful not to make that mistake again. He drove the Jeep to work on Friday so he could get through the snow in the driveway, and left the shoveling to me. Saturday morning he stayed inside with Drew, while Gracie and I played in shoveled the snow. My husband said it looked like I was working awfully slowly (oops, he caught me!) and when my brother called, my husband told him I was taking a vacation outside.

I was proud of myself, though, because several times when I have gone out to shovel the driveway, I play at it for a while and then let my husband finish the job. (You know, shoveling all the heavy, slushy, dirty snow mixed with sand and salt that the snowplow deposits at the end of the driveway.) This time, I stayed outside and worked at it until I finished the job.

Unfortunately, it snowed again last night. Maybe I will let my husband shovel the snow this time.