Speechless...

It's rare, but the past 48 hours have literally rendered me speechless.  I've been sitting here trying to think of something clever to write, but nothing's coming.  I listened to the weather reports.  I saw the snowfall predictions.  But I guess I never truly accepted the fact that I would be buried under 3 feet of snow when I woke up on Saturday morning.  But alas... here we are.

Like everyone else in the Northeast, we have spent the past two days trying to find our house under all of this snow.  Todd has been working non stop on the yard, once he was able to get home that is.  He worked during the storm, but when he finally got the chance to come home, our road had not been plowed.  So, he got a ride to the nearest plowed road and walked the rest of the way.  Thank goodness people on our street had cleared their sidewalks or I'm not sure his plan would've worked out.  Walking in this snow is nearly impossible.  I tried to get from the back yard to the front yard on Saturday and gave up after 3 steps, completely exhausted.  Thank goodness for the sliding door, because just getting out of the house would've been interesting!  There's still only been one pass made on our street.  I don't think I'd even call it one lane.  Let's put it this way - if you broke down in the middle of our street right now, you'd better have a moon roof because you probably couldn't get your doors open to get out.

No school again tomorrow.  I figure we'll be shooting off 4th of July fireworks from the soccer field in the back of my school.  I think we have one day left in June.  Considering the fact that kids basically start acting like they're on summer vacation on June 1st... it could be a VERY long month.

Nicholas and Toby have been troopers in the snow.  Truthfully, I think the both of them are frustrated by the whole thing right now.  It looks so fun, but it's just an insane amount of work to play in it.  Nicholas said to me, "But Mommy, the snow is too deep for me to play in!"  And he is right.  Toby is not satisfied to stay in the shoveled areas either.  He insists on climbing onto the deep piles and trying to run.  He can usually get a few steps before his skinny little legs shoot down into the snow.  Poor thing...

 Todd just read something that said we could get another big storm this weekend.  It's got to be someone's idea of a sick joke.  Here's hoping...