I need no words to help you understand my mood.
Snow – it’s beautiful when it gently blankets the countryside and reminds us all of a hopeful, cozy winter memory. But when you’ve finally reached mid-April, your kids have recovered from multiple stomach bugs and endless head colds, and all you want is a glimpse of a tiny flower poking its head out of the cold, hard ground, the last thing you or your antsy children wish for is more of that annoying white stuff.
If you are a parent and…
…your child is incessantly fighting a cold–and I mean incessantly–I can certainly empathize! Every week it’s a new sniffle, a different cough, or a virus you never knew existed.
You watch the tissues creep to the top of the trash can, ready to cascade down and flood the bathroom.
Oh, the cruel and fickle ways of spring!
How it one day inspires such hope and joy and enthusiasm, then the next it spits snow in your face and mocks you in your optimistic, non-down jacket.
The slant of the sun, the extended daylight, the intermittent peeps of warmth, all turn you against what were formally the “joys of winter.” Skiing, hot soup, and cocoa all now regarded with abhorrence.