Warmer weather, please come quickly. I promise I won't complain when I get too hot (at least not very loudly anyway). I really can't take the dreary cold anymore. I'm tired of keeping up with so many hats and mittens for so many little heads and hands. I look longingly out the back door, ponder the dead grass under a gray sky and the still too cold temperatures. Wishing the kids had somewhere to be but underfoot. Some days, I send them out anyway.
In a weak moment, desperate for some fresh air and perspective, I even put the boys in the wagon when the temperatures tipped toward 50 one day last week and pulled them around on the sidewalks in our neighborhood. With Ellie strapped to my chest no less. It turns out that the gently sloping hill just past our street is in actuality a never ending death trap. When I came to my senses and realized just how far I had wandered DOWN the hill and that it was the exact distance I would have to manage going back UP, I turned us around immediately. Under my eleventeen layers and the warmth of a baby, I got all overheated and began huffing and puffing like the Big Bad Wolf only not as cute. As I approached the halfway point, I had the distinct pleasure of walking past a gaggle of high school students that had just gotten off the bus. Awesome.
Stay in school, kids. Because one day, if you study hard enough, you too could be like me.
So you see, I need the warmer weather, so I can keep my wits about me and not scare the neighbor kids with too much reality.
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