Oh, January, I cannot wait for February. And then March April May.
My kids’ boots, coats, mittens, and hats are all perpetually stretched out and brown from all the dirty snow piles they’ve marched through by now. I no longer crave pumpkin and peppermint drinks.
The preschool circuits in town are passing around the same stomach and sinus bugs over and over again. Treat and repeat.
I stayed home with Madeline this afternoon and we watched Tinkerbell on mute. Visions of fairies sprinkling dust over fields of snow, which immediately resulted in spring flowers, taunted us both. Madeline is probably over it by now.
Over and out.