It’s hit me. I knew it would happen around this time, but I didn’t know how fierce it would be. My skin is pale, my jeans are tight (hello extra SIX POUNDS), I’ve found myself standing in front of my closet, staring at sundresses for long periods of time, and the kids and I are just plain maxed out on the indoor activities. I’ve started to get irritable and cranky whilst staring out at the grey, 30 degree weather. This city is incredibly beautiful, but even IT has started to look dreary.
I’m tired of Winter. I’m tired of walking to preschool, or grocery shopping, or any other errand under the sun (AHEM, I wish) bundled and sweaty under four layers of clothing. I’m tired of rain boots and umbrellas and gloves and kid tantrums from dealing with all of that too. At least I know why I have to wear a jacket, they seem to think I’m doing it out of pure TORTURE.
I know I’m whining like an ungrateful California girl but really? This is getting absurd.
Don’t get me wrong. The snow here in Manhattan is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. It feels and looks like heaven. We are expecting another snow storm and I am actually looking forward to it! The snow is new and fun to us still, and I’m happy that I enjoy it. I have been told that it actually doesn’t snow here all that often, so I consider us lucky. We don’t have to shovel or drive in it so it’s really just fun. If it’s going to be this cold, it might as well snow and give us an outdoor activity.
Because we’re, well, going a little stir crazy.
Birdie has just about worn a track into our wood floors with her baby stroller, and Bubba (AND I, lest you forget) have played every board game no less than 100 times. And then there’s the dress up.
Good thing I love them to death and they make me laugh until my stomach hurts. Even when I feel like I’m getting bored or tired or irritated, I’m pretty sure these are the days I’ll cherish the most.