My Achy Breaky Back

When we moved to Indiana five years ago, a friend told us that it might snow enough to track a cat three times during any given winter. No big deal.

We've found that to be mainly true. But today was a little bit more.

With a healthy five inches on the ground, I brought my able-bodied boys out to shovel the driveway with me. Indoors, they had exhibited boundless energy, so this was just the thing we all needed.

It's amazing how they could shovel for all of 7 minutes and feel absolutely exhausted. Who can blame them? After all, look at the absolutely massive piles of snow they moved. Heh-hem. Unfortunately, my boys were too young to remember "real snows" back in the Northeast.

So I felt the need to pull out a few "When I was your age..." stories. Combine the stories with the fact that I was a girl and had shoveled more snow in just one typical storm than they have in their whole lives, and well, it put a refreshing look of respect on the faces of my workforce.

I should have taken a picture, I know.

But wow! Do I feel old tonight! My aching back is complaining louder than my boys were this afternoon.

For the first time I can remember, my boys are actually hoping we don't get the additional 5-7 inches they are calling for overnight--even if it means having school tomorrow! (Me too!)

Yet, it is pretty. Now that my husband is home safely from work, I can look out and enjoy it. It helps a lot that he said he would work on our loader. (Yesss!) You see, our usual snow removal workhorse is having some mechanical issues.

So, we'll see what tomorrow brings...

Right now it is just sleeting, my boys are finishing up baths, and I'm thinking about tossing in a movie.