Morning! We'll Work on the Good Part.

I do believe Turken is now living with only one lung.

He coughed the other one up at approximately 5:38:17am.

He was in the throws of a record-breaking coughing fit, cuddled up on my lap, when I heard the tell-tale mucus-caught-in-the-throat-induced vomit-cough. 

In his sleepy, weak state, he whispered to me:

"It's OK, I caught it."

He caught his vomit/lung in his mouth and swallowed it.

So I wouldn't get sprayed.

Sweet, disgusting boy.

Fortunately, the combination of eating a clementine, standing outside to breathe in the cold air, and some nose-blowing (but probably is was just time passing) got him through it, and we were both able to go back to bed in peace.

For about 3 minutes.

By the time I got to bed, Hubby was up and getting ready for work.

He kissed me good-bye and headed out.

Three minutes later, I heard the front door open and close.  Stomping up the stairs came next.  And then the foulest language I have ever heard.

See, our driveway is still covered in snow.  We've had two more accumulating snow days since "the big one", so while we can get in and out, it isn't as easy as just driving down the drive. 

Mostly because the entire circle wasn't plowed, we have to back down the .35 mile drive.

I inherited some serious rock star ability to drive in reverse from my mom.  The driveway is no trouble for me.

Unfortunately, Hubby's mom, and thus Hubby, do not have these skills.

When I heard the stomping and the cussing,  I immediately knew what had happened.

While backing out, Hubby went off the driveway and got stuck on the little hill in a major snow drift.

So, at approximately 6:27:39am I donned two pairs of pants, boots, fluffy coat, hat, and gloves to get the blasted car out of the snowbank.

While dealing with a 41 year old having a major temper tantrum.

Brilliant start to the day.

It is in situations like these that the differences in Hubby and I become glaringly apparent.  We really are the yin and yang (I have no idea if that's how those words are spelled, but you get my drift. (no pun intended (really, I didn't realize the pun until after I typed it.)))

Got a little off track with all of the parentheses counting.  Sorry.

In the middle of problem situations, Hubby has a tendency to get frustrated and overwhelmed rather quickly.  I play the part of optimistic cheerleader, which either helps him or annoys the crap out of him.  Either way, it gets him to quiet down a bit so I can think.

So this morning, as we drug the shovels and some wood planks down to the car, he was cussing and talking about calling a tow truck in.  I was saying, "Let's just try it.  A tow truck will take forever to get here, and then you'll really be late for work."

We then played a fun game of shovel, shove boards under the tires, drive a tiny bit, rock backwards, and start again.  Over and over.  What made it really fun were the punctuating comments of, "This is never going to work," and "We're only making it worse" and "We need a tow truck." 

I didn't let him get too down, though, with my comebacks of, "Look, we are 5 inches better off than we were before!" and "If we just do this..." and "Shut up and call the tow truck if you want!"

Of course, he never called the tow truck.  Not because he trusted me, but because the phone was all the way up at the house.

So, slowly but surely, we made progress.

And then, glory days, I managed to plow up the hill in reverse and get back on the driveway. 

Victory!

He then asked me to get the car to the end of the driveway.

So I dd.

Only then did I realize that I then had to make the .35 mile walk back up the drive in the dark.

Awesome.

Finally, at approximately 7:16:42, Hubby left for work while I sat and ate a bowl of Raisin Bran.

While I ate, I contemplated my morning.  I came up with three items of note.

1.  Once again, my husband better be thanking his lucky stars that he snagged me when he had the chance.

2.  I will never again complain about being awoken by an alarm clock. 

3.  I'm going to need a nap.

Have a lovely day!