Yesterday I finally cracked. I’ve been trying really, really hard not to let the weather get to me, but yesterday, something managed to seep through my armour of cheer and wrap itself around my heart.
I felt cold, cold to the core, like I’d never be warm again. I turned up the heat (in JUNE), I was wearing a sweater and a fleece (in JUNE), and I cradled a hot cup of tea all day. When the Captain got home from school — in his raincoat and boots — he asked for a hot chocolate to warm up.
Gal Smiley is sick, so not only were we all huddling for warmth, desperate for ANY sign of spring or summer, but we were also all trapped in the house all day. We couldn’t go outside in the cold and rain, and we couldn’t take a field trip anywhere.
It was absolutely no different than a day in February. January and February are the hardest months for all of us, since we’re stuck at home all day and we end up watching too much TV and whining about how everything is BORING and wanting to scratch each other’s eyes out.
But all this winter I consoled myself by saying that it was just one more month, one more week, one more day until the nicer weather let us play in the backyard, or go for a bike ride, or go to the park.
I’M STILL WAITING.
Up until now I’ve held it together pretty well, continuing to pull out all the usual winter activities day after day, and trying to remain positive. Yesterday I caved in and spent the whole day curled up in a fetal position on the couch while the kids watched a movie. Okay, several movies.
I’m pissed off, spring. YOU SUCK. Next week it will be officially summer, and I swear to God, if we are not wearing shorts, I will MOVE TO HAWAII.
If I can bring myself to get off the couch, that is.