- D2: “D1! Come downstairs!”
D1: “Just a minute.”
My 8 year old was agitated and being VERY demanding, and my interest was peaked immediately. I wasn’t too happy about the way he was yelling at his big brother though.
D2: “D1! Now!!”
Me: “Why? What’s going on down there?”
D2: “He just needs to see what he did.”
Me: “WHAT did he DO?!”
A walk down two flights of stairs to our basement family room explained everything.
OH. MY. GOSH.
That. Is SNOW. In my HOUSE.
Apparently, my 10 year old son left the door open in the afternoon when he’d been in our lower back yard playing. When I sent the boys down to their room to get ready for bed AT NINE O’CLOCK, was when my 8yo son came up to report it. We’d had no idea the door was open.
Did I mention we had a blizzard last night? Oh yes! 20mph winds and 7” of snow overnight, on top of the 5” we already had. It was SO windy and snowy that the air outside looked GREY. My best guess is that the door had been wide open for about 5 hours.
I made D1 get the snow shovel. A snow shovel. To clean the family room.
He shoveled. And shoveled. And when I thought he was done, he asked me to pull out the couch a little bit.
A little bit turned into pulling it all the way out, because there was snow all the way under the entire couch. This was developing into a horrible dream. I had my husband on Skype on my laptop, and he was, AHEM, quite verbal about it.
He filled up this laundry basket twice in about half an hour, and then I sent him to bed so I could sweep up the rest of the snow that he didn’t get with the shovel. Some day we’ll laugh about this. Probably not until everything dries out though.