The boys and I are over winter. It's been cold, with lots of rain and snow. In fact, the light snow we had yesterday morning caused the twins "afternoon" school session to be canceled. Which meant another day at home. Trapped inside. Bouncing off the walls and ready to strangle each other for much of the day.
The walls close in on us. Rotated toys (or even relatively new ones from the boys birthday) don't even help. We're all restless. The puppy mopes around wanting us to take him out for a walk or outside to play. And the boys are needier than usual, wanting someone to constantly play with them or watch over them. The television is constantly on because it buys me a little peace and quiet to attempt to get some things done around the house. It is not our finest hour.
We're not winter people, Mommy especially. The idea of going out to play in the cold is not at all appealing. All those layers, all that effort, for such short periods of play. Or perhaps it's that one child already has a rather nasty cough that he can't seem to shake and another has the perpetual sniffles. I don't need any more sick or unwell children. I'd be happy if those two felt more like themselves (and were therefore a little less whiny and needy than they currently are).
So, the boys and I have decided we're ready for summer. Forget spring, with its wind and rain and unpredictable temperature shifts. We just want summer. Warm days, even hot ones, are fine by us. Some time in the kiddie pool. Stroller walks and bike rides around the neighborhood. Adventures to the park or picnic lunches in the truck with the windows down. Trips to the lake.
Yes, please. All of the above.
And can you put a rush on it? Please.
