Who said shoveling snow was men’s work?
I love to shovel snow in my butt-kicking Land’s End boots, red coat, gloves and earmuffs.
I just can’t get away from Sam for more than a few minutes to do it. When he realizes I’m outside he starts to cry.
I love the exercise. I love helping my husband. I’m 5 years younger and not with a bad back, after all. I love the solitude.
But you don’t see too many women out shoveling snow. How come?
I also love to mow the lawn. With my youngest in a sling. With headphones on and music blasting, my tennis shoes turning green.
But ask my parents … I didn’t always love to do these things. When I was a teenager it was probably pretty hard to get me to get up and do much of anything. Hey, I was a teenager. I was using my energy to grow, right?
As for Aron ... it’s like you wind him up and he won’t stop shoveling. Then his back is killing him for days.
