I’ve been trying really hard to not complain about the weather this winter because (1) who wants to hear someone complain about the weather, and (2) I don’t live in Boston so I really have no place complaining about the weather.
That said, FUCK THE WEATHER.
Last Thursday’s snow day was the final straw for me. I’m done. Do you hear that, winter? I. Am. Done.
The other day I asked Sam how he felt about winter because it seemed like he would of course say that it was the worst and I would feel comforted by our agreement on the issue. But he was all, “I love winter. School is canceled all the time and I get to go sledding and I don’t care if it’s cold.”
Now I don’t much care for Sam either.
My kids wake up on every school day and, as a matter of course, ask if there is a delay or snow day. At least they tend to sleep in on snow days because they are trying to avoid getting up for what they think is a school day.
But for reals. I’m done with the cold. And don’t get me started on the thick coating of salt all over the roads and the cars. Putting aside the obvious sensory nightmare, the other day Quinn slipped on the, like, inch-deep layer of salt on a sidewalk and almost cracked his knees. Enough. Also, ironic.
Last Saturday I was at Sam’s school for an event and it snowed while I was there and the drive home, which normally takes 20 minutes, took me TWO AND A HALF HOURS. It was brutal.
After two hours I finally made it to my neighborhood, but if you remember, I live at the top of a hill. Pro tip: Don’t buy a house at the top of a hill. It took me half an hour to battle my way to the top of said hill. To be fair, that half hour did include the five minutes I spent parked by the side of the road debating whether I should just abandon my car and hoof it home.
I did not. I was not going to let winter beat me. I defeated that hill.
I may have won the Hill Scrimmage in the Last Saturday Snowstorm Battle, but I’m worried that I am going to lost the Winter War.
Tomorrow is the first day of March. It’s supposed to sleet or do something equally horrible, right when I’m going to be standing around at an outdoor event.
Please let spring come soon. I’m so done.