Snow Sick of Snow!

When you live in Colorado, you expect snow. You know that you will probably get a few big storms. So, when we got a couple of big storms in December, I think everyone figured that the large snowfalls were done for the season.

Yeah, right.

This week we experienced the trifecta of snow storms. The first two storms weren't too bad, just about 6 or 8 inches each. Some states (*ahem* New Mexico) panic over that size of a storm and close all non-emergency functions. But not Colorado. We are tough. That's just a skiff in our world. So, although the commute into town was a bit slower, it was business as usual.

And then the big one came.

Remember the storm that, earlier in the week, caused mudslides and flooding in California. The one everyone panicked about? Yeah, that one came west. To Durango. It started snowing early Thursday morning, and didn't stop until early Saturday morning. We had almost 3 feet of snow at our house. Thanks for sharing, California.

So, before work on Thursday, we shoveled. Then we went to work. And shoveled. And then, because it was still snowing REALLY HARD, we went home early. When we got home, we shoveled. Then we ate dinner. After the girls went to bed, we shoveled some more. And then, just for fun, we got up on the roof and shoveled the carport. Then we collapsed in bed.

Both of our bosses cancelled work on Friday (thanks Dad), so when we got up that morning, we got to shovel. Because all the snow on the roof had fallen off onto our decks. We opened our doors to find burms (yes, burm is the technical term for a giant pile of snow) that were above our waists. And so, in order to find our decks, we shoveled.

Violet has not been well for weeks now. We had taken her to the doctor right before New Years because she was running a really high fever, throwing up, congested, the whole nine yards. At that time, we were told that it was a virus, nothing they could do, etc. And that she should start to perk up soon.

Well, the high fever and the throwing up stopped, but she hasn't been herself. Running a low fever in the evenings, waking up 3 or 4 times a night, crying in pain. She has been sleeping a lot, acting crabby, just not feeling well. Well, after being up with her most of Thursday night after shoveling as much as we did, I had had enough.

After we found our driveway, we took Violet to the doctor. Turns out she had a really nasty ear infection. Nasty enough that it caused a hole in her ear drum, which caused puss to leak out her ear. Lovely. But understandable. So we left the doctors office armed with a prescription for antibiotics and hope.

We took the girls to a healthy, preservative-free lunch. No, not really. We went to McDonalds. And there is no way to make cheeseburgers and french fries healthy. No matter how hard you try to convince yourself.

After lunch, Jerome had a closing with some great friends (yippee Mike & Steph), so we dropped him off at the title company and headed to the grocery store. Usually, I shop during my lunch hour. By myself. Or maybe with Jerome. Friday, I had myself, Katrina, Madison, Violet, and Celine. It was fun. Really. It was.

*twitch*

The roads into town were snow-packed, but not too bad. On the way home, we ran into a white-out. Makes driving interesting, to say the least!

Once we got home, the girls went down for naps. And we shoveled. Then we shoveled some more. Then Jerome fired up the snowblower while I chipped ice. Then, just for fun, we shoveled snow off the carport again. This time, we had snow above our waists. Interesting. But see how good we did?

Here are the burms in front of our house. Now, I must make a confession. We did not make these. I am not that good.

An awesome man who works for Jerome's dad lives nearby. He borrows J-P's plow truck to plow his house. And then he comes and plows our driveway. But, on Friday, when Randy broke the plow truck, we called our backup. Also known as my dad. He came Friday evening, just as the last round was rolling in, and cleared our driveway.

Ever wonder what you're not supposed to do with all the snow that you shovel off of your carport? Yeah, this....

That's our doghouse and walkway to the back porch. Now, it is Mt. SnowPile. I think we may just tromp it down. I don't feel like throwing any more snow.

This is the girls playhouse. Covered in snow. Convenient snow fort, don't you think? Now we just need to snow blow a path to it, and they are set!

Before this storm, I knew that my patio furniture was there. Now, I'm not so sure.

Maybe we will be able to use it in June!