Ah, the snow. Just when it melts off the ground and my driveway is no longer an ice rink, it comes down again, harder and faster than before. The children love it! They could stay outside until their little noses turned blue and their fingers were numb, but I hate the cold. It’s beautiful to look at, but that is where my enjoyment ends.
Add to the frigid temperatures three small house-bound children with colds and coughs and you’ve got a recipe for madness. We are bored. And antsy. And tired of one another. I am done with the snow and -10 degree wind chills and the putting on of coats and hats and mittens and scarves. Spring, please come early. That is all.