*whew*

We win.

The plow-berg is shoveled through enough to let a car out. Both cars are cleared of snow. The front walk and the sidewalk are both shoveled out.

eternaleponine: both cars, slightly more than half the plow-berg, and about a quarter of the sidewalk. One break to blow nose, minor humorous complaining.

Me: The front steps, the front walk, a little less than half the plow-berg, and about half the sidewalk. Oh, plus walking back to the garage to get more shovels. Occasional cussing at recalcitrant snow.

melovechocolate: Less than a quarter of the sidewalk. And copious amounts of whining, complaining, and declaring the utter impossibility of the task. I told her that a child who owes me nearly $40 on overtime minutes on the cell phone bill has no complaining rights at all.

Giant Emo Drama, including "you're not even my mother!"

I am a bad mom. I just looked at eternaleponine and laughed.

19 hours of unmedicated labor was just my imagination, huh, kiddo?

But it's done. And it only took us about an hour.

And then I walked down to Mo's with a travel mug and got COFFEE.