Happy JanuApril

Okay, we get it. It's been a long winter. WE UNDERSTAND. We woke up to 6" of fresh, wet, heavy snow this morning. Two days ago, the kids were out in shorts and I was doing yard work. Today, winter. Happy JanuApril.

The boys are pretty sure this is the luckiest week of their lives. The snow caused a 2-hour early release day on Monday, and a 2-hour late start day on Tuesday. Right on the heels of spring break week. It's a kid jackpot.

In an effort to voice my opinion about this snowfall, I am refusing to shovel. I know, I know, calm down Kristin. Take it easy there, girl. Whoa.

I was feeling all good and strong about this stand until I remembered that our mailman doesn't deliver if there is even a mere 2" of snow on the front walkway. I would call him names here in my blog, except that he is adorable and has endeared himself to me with his "Hello, Mrs. Lucas, how are you today?" every time I run into him on the porch.

So I shoveled a little tiny pathway up the front walk and onto the porch, just for him. Why? Because I still have that child-like, starry-eyed hope that one of these days he'll bring a huge, surprise check instead of bills.

And because sometimes getting the mail is the biggest event in my day. The arrival of the mail is part of my well-oiled procrastination schedule. After calling friends and my mom, looking at every website I can think of, and having a heart-to-heart conversation with Sam, I start to get the sinking feeling that I actually have to do some work. Then I remember the mail! My old friend, my relied-upon, late-morning beacon of distraction. Its arrival buys me a good ten minutes of non-work time. Fifteen if there are good catalogs.

So you can see how important it is to overcome one's philosophical anti-snow stands when something this important is on the line.

But I WON'T shovel the driveway.