Spring shouldn't be aloud to tease like this.
I wait patiently for the days to warm, the sun to shine, the snow to melt. For the beautiful soft spring days.
Then it finally does. I peer out the window at the thermometer, and upon seeing it hitting the 40 degree mark, cheer, "Alright! Time to go play outside!" Meanwhile, chuckling to myself. "Score. They should stay out a good LONG time today."
The ol' winter routine kicks into gear-it's not that warm, after all.
Snow pants.
"Mo-oom! Will you pull my pant leg down?"
Boots.
"Oh, wait did you go bathroom first?"
Off again.
On again.
One sleeve.
The other.
"Mom, I need HELP."
Hat.
Mittens.
Repeat.
Finally.Out the door.
A sigh. Quiet. Peace. Just me and the baby. Such a sweet hour. What to do first? Quick, wash the dishes, then coffee and a good book? Mmmm...
...twenty minutes later.
Thump, thump. Creeak.
"MOOM! can we come IN yet?"
"What? You just went out!" I grimace and frown. What about my coffee? My book?
The puddle around them on the floor grows as the chorus goes up: "But my mittens are soaking wet!"
"The snow pile is all hard and dirty!"
"My feet are COLD."
Harrumph. I change their mittens and send 'em packing.
For all of another 10 minutes or so.
Then, they've had enough. It's in the house. Off come the snowpantsbootshatsmittenscoats...onto the floor. In a sodden.heaping.muddy.drippy.needs to be disassembled to dry.mess.
It's okay, I tell myself. Spring is here (no more snow storms, please.) Soon it'll dry. I'll just take myself for a walk later. I wring out the clothes. Find places to dry.
My chance arrives, I pack the baby in the backpack throw on my tennies and head out the door. Gorgeous! Slip.
I can't believe how nice it is. Sluurrrp.
The wind smells like spring! Splash.
Squish.
Off, down the driveway, and along the road. Slurping and splashing. Muck. Everywhere. Deep breathing the fresh air; Spring, those gorgeous, soft days, for the moment, is teasing.
I'm not always quite sure, but I think I like it.
I wait patiently for the days to warm, the sun to shine, the snow to melt. For the beautiful soft spring days.
Then it finally does. I peer out the window at the thermometer, and upon seeing it hitting the 40 degree mark, cheer, "Alright! Time to go play outside!" Meanwhile, chuckling to myself. "Score. They should stay out a good LONG time today."
The ol' winter routine kicks into gear-it's not that warm, after all.
Snow pants.
"Mo-oom! Will you pull my pant leg down?"
Boots.
"Oh, wait did you go bathroom first?"
Off again.
On again.
One sleeve.
The other.
"Mom, I need HELP."
Hat.
Mittens.
Repeat.
Finally.Out the door.
A sigh. Quiet. Peace. Just me and the baby. Such a sweet hour. What to do first? Quick, wash the dishes, then coffee and a good book? Mmmm...
...twenty minutes later.
Thump, thump. Creeak.
"MOOM! can we come IN yet?"
"What? You just went out!" I grimace and frown. What about my coffee? My book?
The puddle around them on the floor grows as the chorus goes up: "But my mittens are soaking wet!"
"The snow pile is all hard and dirty!"
"My feet are COLD."
Harrumph. I change their mittens and send 'em packing.
For all of another 10 minutes or so.
Then, they've had enough. It's in the house. Off come the snowpantsbootshatsmittenscoats...onto the floor. In a sodden.heaping.muddy.drippy.needs to be disassembled to dry.mess.
It's okay, I tell myself. Spring is here (no more snow storms, please.) Soon it'll dry. I'll just take myself for a walk later. I wring out the clothes. Find places to dry.
My chance arrives, I pack the baby in the backpack throw on my tennies and head out the door. Gorgeous! Slip.
I can't believe how nice it is. Sluurrrp.
The wind smells like spring! Splash.
Squish.
Off, down the driveway, and along the road. Slurping and splashing. Muck. Everywhere. Deep breathing the fresh air; Spring, those gorgeous, soft days, for the moment, is teasing.
I'm not always quite sure, but I think I like it.
2 comments:
So true, so true! Great post! :)
you said it, lady!
~ann b.
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