Look, I’m not a summer fan. I know it’s blasphemy to say that in New England when we’re experiencing record-breaking cold and literally several feet of snow, but I just hate being too hot…even more than I hate the cold. I’m really more of a spring and fall fan, but each summer I find myself pining for a nice, cold winter day when it’s 97 degrees and humid. However, as much as I don’t love summer, there are some parts of winter, specifically winter as a parent, that I just will not miss:
1. The freaking snow gear. Every morning, I have to build a solid 15 minutes into our already crazy routine. Why? Snow gear! With our negative temps lately, the kids need hats, gloves, coats, and boots just to get out the door and into school. Don’t even get me started on when we go out to play! Full snow gear for everyone, then soggy snow gear all over the mudroom, then soggy clothing which must be changed immediately…all I do is laundry!!
2. Cold weather dinners. I have just about had it with the so-called “cozy winter dinners”. I’ve had enough heavy chili, thick soups, and hot casseroles to last me until, oh, next winter. I miss fresh veggies! I miss fruit!
3. Kids bouncing off my WALLS. I know, I know. No such thing as bad weather, just bad clothing, or something like that. We play outside in this nonsense all the time, but it’s still not enough. These boys need to run. And that just doesn’t happen when the snow comes up to my three year old’s shoulders.
4. Winter driving. I grew up in the northeast, and I can drive in the snow. Do I like to drive in the snow? NOPE. I hate it! I am sick of having mini-panic every week when I realize I have to be somewhere and it’s snowing. Again.
5. Shoveling. After the first snowstorm each winter, shoveling is no biggie. Free cardio! And weight training, too! And the kids can help! Cocoa for everyone after! But at this point, it’s an angry shoveling going on over here. We get it, Mother Nature. You’re bigger and more powerful than us, and you think we need more bicep work. Point taken.
But no worries, folks. There are just 29 short days until spring! So hang in there, parents…