Winter still.

This winter is the first one where I have refrained from building a warm weather wardrobe too early. It’s the first one where I haven’t felt cagey and ragey. It’s the first one where I’ve secretly hope for a good snow day before the season turns. It’s the first one where I haven’t gone on a cleaning crusade against my children’s toys…

I started drafting this post a few days too soon, apparently. All of the aforementioned crept up on me last week, but in my defense: we’re fifty degrees below our normal temps right now. To make it worse, we had a snow day this week WITH NO SNOW. A sleet/ice storm blew through and froze the whole place up for days. So when I started this post, I was in a good place about winter. Now, I’m in a decent place about winter. And it’s still better than last year and the year before that, so I’m counting it a win. Spring can come a few weeks early and I wouldn’t be mad, but my heart is is okay with winter still.