Snowed In

Nothing like two feet of snow outside to get me to try something new.  Mom has been after me for months to start a blog, but I never felt I had enough time or anything interesting enough to share.  Today I have the time, and though it may not capture anyone's interest, most can relate to a grown child still wanting to make her momma proud.

Two feet is not much in many states, but it shuts down northeast Oklahoma.  Lucky for me (or maybe unlucky?), our quest to become a paperless office at work has allowed me to work from home.  If I ever thought being a CPA could be a tiny bit boring in the office, it is nothing compared to sitting alone in a corner at home and working.  It is also making me appreciate my office's little perks like a cushy chair, unlimited office supplies, and someone else making the coffee.

Though I do have some interruptions of "Mom, look at this", "Mom, can you help me for just a minute", and (my least favorite), "Mom, I'm hungry", it beats having the someone on the phone every five minutes saying "I just have a quick question about my taxes..."  (By the way, there really are no "quick" answers related to taxes.)

I have been surprised to be able to get as much done as I have.  Since my husband teaches school and all the schools are closed, he is home and able to help.  Sometimes he helps by doing something useful like cooking dinner.  He fried fish last night with minimal mess and tonight he is making his famous deer chili.  (Famously spicy chili - hopefully the kids will eat it.)  He doesn't like me to call it "deer chili", he actually prefers "venison chili".  He is afraid "people might think we're hillbillies or somethin'."  Of course, you only need to meet us to know the truth. 

Mostly, like all good husbands, he helps by playing with the kids outside and keeping the piles of coats and boots dripping in a heap on the tile instead of the hardwoods.  He called a meeting of the kids last night to lecture them on their need to pick up after themselves.  He said he wanted "no-trace children" (a leftover term from his cub scout days that means after you are gone, there should be no trace that you were there).  Bless his heart, he meant well.  So far this morning, I have picked up three plates, some cups, three pairs of boots, two hair rubberbands and a dog leash.   Not bad for the no-trace children.  Speaking of, they are calling....
Brenda