I Forget. Every Year.

We've had such a mild winter. I haven't had my coat on in weeks. There has been NO snow (much to Sammy's snowman building dismay!). The temps have hovered right around 40 for much of the winter. 40! That's...well, not winter in the valley. Spring, perhaps, but not winter.

However, every year, I think I've made it out of January unscathed, but then I look around, the first part of February and I see a couple bickering more than normal. I see my mommy patience all but gone. I see bloodshed and tears. Fights, frustration and fatigue. And I wonder what is happening. Why patience is low. Why the very voices of my boys set my teeth on edge. Why Sammy is capable of driving me insane by breathing. And then, when Isaac mentions we need to DO SOMETHING FUN, dagnabit, I remember. Cabin fever. Mild winter or no, it hit again.

So. Fun. We're thinking. Trying to come up with a few things. We need it. Now. But I'll still be holding out for a true early spring, anyway. Spring sends hope. And patience. And less bloodshed. Which is good.


(dave gahan, love will tear us apart)