Last night we received a little appetizer to the Big Blizzard-o-pocalypse that's headed our way, in the form of maybe an inch and a half of snow.
It was just enough to strike fear in our hearts and fire under our asses to clean up the garage enough so we could fit our cars inside.
We have NOT ONCE, EVER, actually parked our cars in the garage. Despite a 2-car garage being Jason's main non-negotiable house hunting feature, we very quickly filled it up with crap and garbage and bikes and old kitchen cabinets and fancy new tools and extra floor tile and extra wall tile and Blue Apron boxes and pallets pallets PALLETS.
Ta-da! Cars inside, basically just in time for the snow to stop.
Of course, we did sort of run out of steam (and room in the storage area) after awhile.
So that's...happening. We've definitely got our organizing-while-snowbound work cut out for us.
This morning, the inch and a half was more like an inch, but schools were delayed two hours anyway, which screws with my work productivity more than an actual full snow day for some reason. I decided to just keep Ike home from preschool to simplify things, but still spent most of the morning trying to track down snow boots and pants and gloves and crossing my fingers that at least 50% of what we had on hand still fit, or could at least be used to cobble three mostly-complete ensembles.
By the time I'd gotten poor Ike ready to go play in the snow, it had melted to maybe half an inch, total.
Oh well. We'll consider this a productive dress rehearsal for tomorrow.