Linda- I think you are my hero!
I was having a lovely day till DH came in and said I needed to go out and help on the driveway.
Me: You want *me* to help
DH: Ummmm, yes...
Me: OK, fine, I'll do it for you...
Me to DS21: So now you have to worry about *ME* having the heart attack, not dad. But please, if I die from this, remind him for the rest of his life that it's all his fault that I am gone...
Me to DS18: please remind dad that it's all his fault when I keel...
But ya know what...I surprised myself... and my DH. I was out there for 2 1/2 hrs, and while my back is killing me, it's wasn't that bad to get out there. After about 1/2 hr of trying to lift the snow, I decided that I was really going to hurt myself, and for what? I put myself first and said I'm not lifting anymore. So I cleaned off the cars, and pushed snow, broke up ice on the driveway, but no more lifting. DH is still out there, and I'll go back out again in a bit, after the ibuprofin start working. Of course I was milking it for all it's worth...
Me: I think I deserve something really nice for being such a good sport about all this snow
DH: I agree, I'm so glad you came out to help me
Me: So I was thinking, maybe some more wine would be nice
DH: I think that can be arranged...
Me: Or a nice dinner out...
DH: OK
Me:
Or the Mickey Cruise...with a spa day.... ow, my back hurts...
DH: OK, it's not that much snow
it was worth trying!