So I wake up to find five or so inches of snow on the ground. I got up and made coffee and let Sarah ( my eleven year old) know that she can make her usual five bucks for shoveling the driveway. So my hubby, unbeknownst to me, proceeds out to the driveway and starts to shovel.
So why am I irritated you may ask? Well my darling husband, has for the last six months, been on crutches with an external fixator ( looks like an Erector set) attached to the bones in his lower leg. Which also means it cannot be covered and his leg and foot are bare.
So your next question may be, how does he shovel with a broken leg & crutches? Well how else, on his knees!
I swear, the neighbors must think I am Cruella DeVille! He might as well wear a sign around his neck that says my wife is a horrible woman! He pulls this same sort of stuff in front of his mother and sisters all the time, and you can imagine the response. " Oh you poor thing! Let me help you." When I have already offered my assistance and been rejected repeatedly. I am convinced he gets some type of sub-conscious gratification from this.
I know, move on.
Baby awake, gotta run.
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