In Which She Complains About the Weather (vol. 152)
I’m trying to stay busy and remain positive and wait this out, but Y’ALL. It’s getting to me.
March is bad but you know it’s March so you wait it out and hope for a better April. April comes and it’s still raw and gloomy but you say, well, April can be dicey. It’s a short month; I’ll make it. Because May will be beautiful. And you cross your fingers and close your eyes and click your heels together three times and hope it will be so.
And now it’s MAY. And its STILL cold and dreary out there. I think it has rained for a week straight, and there is no end in sight. So desperate are my children to get fresh air that they play outside in the drizzle. Or, as my 3-year-old says, “It’s only dwippin’.”
I finally broke down and turned on the heat and dug my flannel pajamas out of the winter clothes bin that I was about to deposit in the attic. On May 5th. Now THAT’S ridiculous.
My informal Twitter poll tells me that I’m not alone. It seems like God just forgot about Spring this year. Of course I don’t believe God forgets anything so there must be a logical explanation.
My grandfather (now deceased) had a habit of saying that when he got to heaven, the first thing he was going to ask God was [fill in the blank]. Now it’s a standing family joke. So I’ll carry on the legacy and say that when I get to heaven, the first thing I’m going to ask God is whatever happened to the Spring of 2009???