So let me preface this by saying that A and I bought and moved into our house in CT in April last year. Until that I had lived in apartments, A had a house, but it was in NC so, not so much snow. So shoveling our new almost tenth of a mile driveway was not something we were looking forward to.
Fast forward to the first snowfall of the year. We got about 3 or 4 inches. At the time I was still on maternity leave so I didn't mind it so much, since we didn't have anywhere to go. A was out of town and I was debating whether or not I could leave the snow until A got home so I didn't have to shovel. About an hour later I came downstairs from changing N's diaper and putting him down for a nap and I saw something amazing...the driveway was plowed!! The magical mystery plower had come while I was upstairs and cleared the driveway for us. It was like Christmas come early! But, who was it? Was it the A**hole across the street feeling sorry for the mommy and new baby? Was it someone from the town who did it by accident? Who was it?
I figured we'd never know, thanked my lucky stars then went about my day. Until the next snowfall came. I noticed it during N's 5 am feeding and I thought, it won't happen twice, and of course it won't happen this time because we have a pediatrician appointment at 1. I finished feeding N, resigned myself to the possibility of having to shovel, and decided to sleep for a few more hours if N would let me.
I woke up at 8:00 am to hear N playing in his crib. I looked outside and saw that it was STILL snowing. We were up to, again, about 3 inches and I thought, oh crap. Looks like I'm shoveling. So I got up, got N up and fed and changed then thought about the logistics of how I was going to do this with a 2.5 month old. Should I wait till he napped then use the superpowerful monitor we bought? Should I bundle him up and put him in the carrier? What to do? When, I looked outside and realized...wait for it...the magical mystery plower had struck again!! I nearly jumped for joy! I didn't have to plow after all. Whoever this amazing person was they had now plowed our driveway twice out of the goodness of their hearts. It was awesome.
I told A about this and he is much more skeptical than I am. I think it's magic, he thinks its ridiculous and somethings going on. The next time it snowed, A was home. I told him, you wait and see! You won't have to shovel at all. Of course he is much more motivated than I am and goes out to start shoveling after a couple inches have fallen to "get ahead of it". As he's out shoveling a truck pulls into the driveway to plow! A walks up to the guy and the guy says "Keith?" (which is obviously not A's name) and they started talking. Turns out the family before us had hired him to plow for them and then never told him they were moving. So A talked to him, then talked to me, and we decided that since A travels and I have N it would be much easier if we hired him to continue plowing. I was psyched!
We then left CT for 3 weeks to go visit my family for Christmas. When we came back I was back to work and N was in daycare so it was even more important for him to plow. About a week after we got home, we got our first January snowfall. It started around 7am so there really wasn't anything when I dropped N off at daycare. I came home to work and noticed that it started getting worse. Around 4 inches and 2:30 pm I noticed that our magical plowman hadn't come yet. I had to pick N up around 5 so I figured, no biggy, he'll come. 4:30 hits and still no plow. I decided to call him and he, very rudely said, "Yeah, I'm on my way. I do Ridgefield first." then hung up. Wow, ok, thanks. So I managed to get my car out, went and picked up N and stopped by the pharmacy then by the time I got home it was plowed. Ok, whatever. So it started snowing at 7 am and he didn't come until 5:15ish. No biggy, I'm sure it was just a fluke.
So it started snowing last night. He didn't come overnight, but we only had about 2 inches when we woke up. A took N to daycare, then ran some errands. He came home and took the one car with 4WD to the airport for work. He tried to take my car but couldn't get up the street because the city plows were taking too long and at this point we had about 4 inches and it was still going strong. We, N and I, had two doctors appointments today. One for him and one for me. I left about 15 minutes after A and thought, Oh, I'll just go down the hill instead of the way he went and it won't be an issue. He had called and told me the main roads were good. So I got my snowboots on, got in the car to go to daycare and pick N up and I turn out of the driveway and down the hill. I make it to the bottom, and that's about it. I sit there. For 20 minutes. I cried a little (taking sick time is a PITA for me, so I really didn't want to have to reschedule this) I screamed a little. I panicked a little. I called USAA roadside assistance. They were going to send someone to pull me out of the snow. I called the doctor and daycare to let them know I wasn't coming. Then I got out and tried to use my scraper to dig a little around the tires and see if I could get some traction and get going. I did it! I had to do this three times before I got out of our neighborhood, but, I got out, got N. Called the doctor and begged for my appointment back, thank god I got it, and off we went! Made it through the appointments, the headed home!
At this point it's been snowing for about 21 hours? We're at about 6 inches. I was extremely relieved when we got home because the town had plowed the streets so I made it home. Turned into the driveway and...yup, that's right. No plowman. He's supposed to come every 2 inches. I tried to get my little front wheel drive Jetta up the driveway but no dice. N is sleeping in the back, but is going to be HUNGRY when he wakes up and probably angry since he got his 4 month shots today. I'm already pissed and I run up to the garage, grab the shovel and start shoveling. I ended up shoveling about 3/4 of the driveway and got the car into the garage, while checking on N every 5 minutes to make sure he wasn't in the car screaming for food. Also, during my angry shoveling, A called from the airport to check on us. He got quite the earful I will tell you. I was screaming about snow and plowing and the town and the a**hole we hired. I had to call back later and apologize. Needless to say, my magical mystery plower now has a new nickname, which I can't share on the internet, and is NOT getting paid for showing up to plow at 5:45 this afternoon!!! 5:45 PM. Almost 24 hours after it started snowing! WTF. Mr. Plowman - YOU'RE SO FIRED.
Sigh. Looks like my arms and back are going to be getting a workout! Does that mean that I get to keep eating lots of cookies?? Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow!
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