Just Another Day

OK, so maybe I was a bit bitchy the other day. I am so sorry you had to see that part of me. Most of the time I am a very caring, loving and respectful person. But there are times I just want to burst. It was another one of those days, you know that kind of a day, like the day that I was outside shoveling all the snow in the driveway during an afternoon snowstorm so the handicapped bus can pull in and drop my son off from school. Pushing a wheelchair in snow is hard and the last thing on earth I would want is an accident in my driveway involving a bus full of handicapped kids in wheelchairs. Husband just had his hip replaced, my other son, Mark was at college, and Tom on the school bus heading for home from school. I am out side working my ass off trying to clear the driveway of snow. The three girls next door are goofing off while also trying to clean their driveway too. It was nice to hear them giggle and wish that I could be so young and carefree. There are three of them and just one of me. They are in no hurry at all and I am trying my best to get it all done in a short amount of time. Like always, and this is the story of my life, a young man show up at the neighbor’s and volunteers to use his truck and clean off the snow in their driveway for free. I’m still working for my husband who can’t help and my son who’s on his way home and not a soul notices the significance of what I am trying to do.