File this under the “Jenny is a wimp” category. I guess I need to make that category.
OH MY GOSH IT’S SO COLD!
I am so, so, so done with winter. It’s freezing in my big old drafty house. And, outside of course. I try not to venture outside if I don’t have to, though, BECAUSE DID I MENTION IT’S FREAKING COLD?
If I don’t already have my bathrobe on over my clothes (yes, I do still have enough dignity to get dressed. Most days.), it goes on as soon as the sun goes down. I need its warm, fuzzy, goodness to remind me that winter will not last forever.
This season is making me want to go to bed at 7 p.m. every night. It’s making my temper short and my muscles tight and my nerves frayed. I’m tired of heavy coats and boots and having to warm the car up before I can pack the kiddos into it. I’m tired of dark before dinner and snotty noses and stomach flu and everything else that comes with these deplorable temperatures.
I need some of those happy sunshine lights that make people not go crazy or I’m aboutta go groundhog hunting with my car.
The only thing I really enjoy about winter is having an excuse to wear this hat in public:
Don’t act like you’re not jealous.
But even THAT no longer brings me joy.
I want to put my bathrobe on, get in bed, and wake up in mid-April.
Who’s with me? Down with winter! What do we want? SPRING! When do we want it? NOW!