As I look outside and see the snowflakes falling, I don’t see the beauty. Instead, I see a blanket of snow that will soon become mud…and muddy little footprints tracked across my floor. I see my dryer running overtime, as the kids want to go outside and come back in…over and over again. I see myself tripping over boots in the entryway, and mismatched mittens strewn about the house. I see myself spending hours dressing and undressing little ones who, just as I squish the last chubby hand into a mitten, will have a sudden urge to go potty RIGHT NOW. I see drips of hot chocolate all over the counter and table top, and marshmallows stuck to the bottom of the kids’ socks. I see runny noses and kleenexes overflowing the garbage cans.
When I wake up to the glistening of snow, falling from the sky, I want to close all of the curtains and turn on a movie… I want to snuggle with my littles, under tons of blankets, and wait for the snow to melt and the mud to dry. I want to stay warm in the house until we can trade the snowsuits for swimsuits.
Oh, Spring, where are you?!! Please come quickly!! I just don’t know how long I keep these littles snuggled.