Yesterday I woke up early to help Emma dig her car out before school.
There is a reason that I usually don't talk to her much in the morning. She was super cranky and contrary. (It didn't help that it was the first day of school after a break.)
Adam showed me how to use the snowblower before he went to work.
Look at that, just a few days into the new year and I'm already learning something.
The mismatched ensemble I was wearing:
my pajamas hanging down to my knees
Mark's hat with ear flaps
I looked like I had just rolled out of bed and put on whatever I could find. (Because I did.)
It was dark when I started but daylight by the time I stopped.
Times like that, you're glad you don't have a lot of neighbors. (Although the across the street neighbor was out shoveling.)
In other/related news, my hands have started cracking again. My secret weapon is superglue. It lasts a few days. Sometimes, you're shoveling snow in your pajamas or gluing your skin back together and you think, "Is this my life?"