8:30 a.m. - Struggle into consciousness, aware of something hard lodged under my rib cage.
8:31 a.m. - Remove Rachel's elbow from my rib cage. Briefly regret the two glasses of sherry at bedtime. Notice that Rachel and Leah are both in bed with me. And the cat too.
8:32 a.m. - En route to kitchen, admire the cleanliness of living room, except for the tree, which the cat apparently decided to un-decorate while we were gone. Helpful of him. Not.
9 a.m. - Making breakfast for girls. French toast for Leah, toasted bagel with butter for Rae.
9:22 a.m. - Standing at window with coffee watching the snow blowing off the roof and new snow falling and blowing sideways.
9:47 a.m. - first snowmobile of the day zooms down the road in front of the house.
10 a.m to 1 p.m. - girls play with plethora of Kinder Egg toys they received from Santa and Josie. Also, Leah challenges me to Wii tennis. I win, but my arm feels like it's on fire. It's still snowing.
1: 15 p.m. - the girls offer to shovel the driveway for $5.oo.
1:26 p.m. - I peek out to see Leah building a snow fort and Rae digging out the driveway.
1:33 p.m. - En route to kitchen, I stop and survey the complete destruction of the living room: Kinder Egg toys and stuffed animals everywhere, and all the sofa afghans on the floor in some sort of pattern acting as Barbie houses.
2:03 p.m. - girls come back in. Driveway is shovelled completely -- they have done a good job. Girls decide to play with new Lego sets.
2:05 p.m. - girls are instructed to put away toys in living room. Somewhat grumpily, they comply.
2:15 p.m - snowplow shows up and fills end of driveway with snow.
2:16 p.m. - I say a great many unprintable words under my breath. Girls are upset because all their work was for nothing.
2:20 p.m. - I am out shovelling the plow ridge. I am not having a date with Murray because I need to buy gas, and also I need to work off my breakfast of an omelette, toast, dark chocolate candy-cane bark and shortbread cookies (Josie's fault).
2:24 p.m. - the neighbours are out too, shovelling. We compete to see who has the most colourful descriptions of the snow plow driver. I win.
2:45 p.m. - back in the house thawing out. The second and third snowmobiles of the day go past the house.
3:00 p.m. - watch in disbelief as snowplow returns. Fortunately for his continued good health, he doesn't turn down my street.
3:14 p.m. - open large can of Blackthorn cider and finish taking the decorations off the tree that the cat has so graciously started for me. Sigh, it's back to work and school tomorrow.
Happy New Year, everyone!