The glow of the holidays is gone, and winter is beginning to make its presence known. The older I get, the less I like it. Here are some reasons why (in no particular order):
- Getting two rowdy boys into coats, hats, socks, shoes/boots, gloves (or “glubs” as Henry calls them). He refuses to wear mittens, and it takes me entirely too long to get his stubby little fingers into the right holes. And heaven help me if I miss one. He throws a fit.
- Chapped lips. Mine and the boys. Have you ever watched a four-year-old put on Chapstick? It’s pretty funny, until he throws the half-twisted up tube back into my purse and it oozes all over everything inside.
- Dry skin. We go through more lotion in this house than I thought was humanly possible.
- Darkness. It’s dark when we leave the house in the morning, and it’s dark when we get home in the evening. That means the boys get no time outside after school, and they careen around this house like wild men.
- Cold. And wind. I hate not being able to get warm. Almost as much as I hate being warm and comfy under the covers and having to throw them off in the morning.
- Gray skies. You’d think that growing up in the Midwest I’d be used to gray, dull winters. Not so. This gal needs some sunshine.
- Lugging extra footwear. I have to dress professionally in my office, but I also have to ride the subway and walk a few blocks. That means wearing sensible shoes or boots when the weather is crummy and carting heels back and forth. Along with my purse, laptop bag, lunch bag…
It’s not all bad. Winter cold also means chili in the crockpot, snuggling under blankets for movie night and hot chocolate after a Saturday playing outside in the chilly sunshine. Still, it’s only the first week of January and I’m already counting the days until spring. Can’t get here soon enough!