Wednesday, February 22, 2012
It happens every year.
I should just count on it.
Even though we've had much less snow that usual this year, it still feels like it's been a long, long winter. I'm tired of the wet and the cold, sick to death of boots, coats and mittens, and at the end of my rope with illnesses of every variety.
The baby caught a brutal stomach bug two days ago, and I've been barfed on more times in the past 48 hours than I would care to count. I am slowly digging myself out of the mountain of laundry that the stomach flu inevitably produces, and crossing my fingers and hoping against hope that this isn't one of those contagious stomach bugs that will spread through every member of the family. (Yeah, right!)
I'm ready for spring. I'm ready for walks outside, afternoons at the park basking in the sun while my kids run wild. My poor little boys are so incredibly sick of being trapped inside, and I'm not sure how much more of Max jumping off the couch while yelling "To Infinity and Beyond!" I can handle.
So here's to tulips, seventy degrees, and sunshine. And to chocolate, caffeine, clean sheets, episodes of "Sesame Street" in the afternoon, and only one week left in February.