Getting Real with Kira Hazledine
I am a summer child. I despite winter and everything about it. I don’t enjoy snow, or cold, or skiing, or anything related to winter. It’s not fun. I don’t like sweaters or hot cocoa or curling up by the fire. I want a beach and ocean waves and the hot sun. And you know why? Because I am slowly losing. my. mind. The children are cagey. I’m cagey. And I know this winter isn’t even close to being over. I wasn’t even trying to be optimistic about the cold season, but this is ridiculous.
Here are the obvious signs winter is winning the war:
- You’ve lost all track of days of the week.
- You only leave the house when you’re out of groceries, and even then, cereal for dinner is acceptable.
- You don’t remember when anyone has showered last. Not you, not the kids, no one is clean. It’s fine, your sweat glands are frozen anyway.
- When you do shower, you change from one set of pajamas to another.
- The amount of allowed screen time is slowly increasing to avoid having to leave the house for a play date. Play dates = germs.
- Your hands are stained white from cleaning with straight peroxide.
- You will literally burn the house down if the kids get ANOTHER cold or virus. Let the germs have it.
- The house has been demolished by the kids and you have lost all motivation to pick up any more toys.
- You can no longer distinguish the clean pile from the dirty pile of laundry.
- The children have discovered new and creative ways to irritate you and each other.
- The amount of shoveling happening is close to equaling child labor.
- Snow in the forecast makes you want to puke.
- You decide that below freezing really isn’t that cold if the kids want to go out and play. Anything to get some fresh air and some space.
