Winter Boycott

No, I haven't disappeared.  I haven't give up on the blog, or forgotten my password again, I am simply finished with winter, and have no appropriate outlet for my frustration other than watching You Tube videos and pinning summer-related items on Pinterest.

That's right.  I'm mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take it anymore!

I haven't quite figured out what I can do yet, but you can rest assured that as soon as I do, you'llbe the first to know.

I've spent every winter of my life in Iowa, and while I remember a few that had bigger blizzards, more frequent snow or more severe ice storms, I can not remember a single season during which we had more late starts, consistently dangerous wind chills, or a time when I wanted so badly to relocate my entire family to Brazil.

I'm sick of not being able to open my windows, and the musty smell that has settled in as a result.  I'm sick of being too pregnant to shovel, and forcing my family members to pick up the slack.  I'm sick of telling Cael that he can't go out to play.  I'm sick of my wood floors being covered in wet slush and driveway salt.  I'm sick of late starts and snow days.  I'm sick of packing winter gear in my son's bag.  I'm sick of the digestive bug that my family keeps passing around and not fighting off.  (And has subsequently kept them both home today.)  I'm sick of needing sunglasses just to look outside, and I'm sick of scouring the yard for my white dog in the white snow, who only appears as three black dots in an equilateral triangle.

I'm sick of it.

I have no control of the weather, of course, but I've seriously reached my limit.  I don't think the snow is pretty anymore and I'm willing to sacrifice water in my basement for one day above 80 degrees to melt it all off. 

And when I'm about to burst in June, and feeling sick of summer, remind me of this rant.

Now who's with me?!?