7:15 a.m. Wake up, or more accurately, get woken up by The Wee Man chatting in his crib down the hall (according to his internal baby body clock, it is his usual wake up time of 6:15 a.m., but I still consider it a small victory when I squint at the clock – thank you Daylight Savings Time).
7:16 a.m. Hubby the Great takes a look outside the bedroom window to see if the snow storm has stopped (for the love of all that is good and holy, let it have stopped!). He groans when he sees the aftermath. He knows when has been beaten.
7:18 a.m. Head downstairs to get The Wee Man’s milk. I open the blinds to the backyard and wonder what the hell happened to our barbeque, our patio set, our shrubbery, our fence…Oh, yes, that’s right, THEY ARE ALL BURIED UNDER PILES AND PILES OF SNOW. Grrr…
7:20 a.m. Go to front door and see the huge snow drift blocking access to our house. Do quick mental calculation of how much food and supplies we have on hand and wonder if, in the very likely event, we are snowed in until April, we can survive.
8:00 a.m. Hubby the Great starts to repeat: “There is nowhere to put all the snow. Where am I going to put all the snow?”
8:15 a.m. Instead of shoveling the driveway for the 100th time this winter, Hubby the Great decides ignoring the Antarctic-like conditions outside is the way to go.
9:00 a.m. Hear strange noise outside and go investigate. Next-door neighbour is using his snow blower on OUR driveway!!! God bless ‘ye Jack. Suddenly guilt-ridden for never shoveling his driveway (hey, guy has a snow blower, we have a shovel).
9:45 a.m. Jack finishes removing massive amounts of snow from our driveway. Hubby the Great realizes that if he’d tried to remove all that snow on his own he’d be there until Thursday. Thanks again, Jack!
10:30 a.m. Make the decision to venture out of doors to buy a few items needed for dinner.
11:00 a.m. On the road.
11:01 a.m. Hubby the Great and I are full of smugness that we ignored Al Gore et al. and bought a big-ass 4X4 SUV with a V8 motor. Good luck trying to get around Ottawa today in anything less - heh.
11:10 a.m. Reach Costco and dread the inevitable crowds.
11:11 a.m. Unreal, Costco, on a SUNDAY, is empty. This should be the lead story on the 6 o’clock news.
11:30 a.m. Finish enjoying our solitude and head off for lunch to our favourite Vietnamese place. Pass city bus stuck in the snow. Congratulate ourselves again on the big-ass SUV.
1:00 p.m. Lunch over. Time to head to indoor playground (hey, if we were one of the few to get out of their homes today, we’d better make the most of it).
2:00 p.m. Leave indoor playground and head to supermarket.
2:10 p.m. Supermarket, like Costco, virtually empty. Huzzah!
2:30 p.m. Reach home in time for The Wee Man’s nap. Decide that all the snow we didn’t shovel has made us sleepy and we need a nap too.
Fast-forward to 10:00 p.m. Hubby the Great and I turn on the weather before we go to bed. More snow forecasted for Tuesday. Wonder why we don’t live in the Bahamas. Cry ourselves to sleep.
The day before. Never a good sign when city crews remove snow to make way for what was to come.
Seriously, let's just go back to bed and stay asleep until spring.
Where did the barbeque go?
Daddy's had enough shoveling. Now it's your turn.
Where is everybody? This IS Costco, on a weekend, isn't it?
Ouch! Hey, honey - I think I found the barbeque.
Explain to me again, Daddy, why the British and French fought for control over this corner of the world? 
