Winter really can suck the life out of you and it sure does beat me up. Every. Year. This year it did so quite literally.
I’m trying to be more positive this winter so for my post for February I decided to focus not on the people I love (since I love them every day, not just on that ridiculous made up holiday) but on some of the things I’m loving right now that are helping me push through this season of misery.
I need to find a way to kick these winter blues for good. Life is too short and I can’t waste three months of my life every year being moody, sluggish, and irritated. Well, I think I found my savior.
Well, Christmas is officially over. The decorations are covered in dust and need to be packed away. The lights outside are frozen to the house and need to be unplugged. The inflatable snowman and Santa are half buried in snow and one has a broken light bulb. The elf has returned to the North Pole. The remaining Christmas cookies are stale. The magic of the season is gone. And in its place we have winter.
My last post focused on why winter is simply not for me. I actually used the word “hate”…in the title. You can read it here if you need a reminder of how awful this season is for me. Luckily many friends of mine read my miserable post and offered up some good ways to get
Well here we are in the thick of winter. The excitement of the holiday season is long gone and the beginning of spring is so far off on the horizon it’s not worth even thinking about. Here in Connecticut, our local groundhog, Chuckles, predicted an early spring. However, Punxsutawney Phil did not and everyone knows
Six more weeks of winter?! No thanks. Part of why I love being a New Englander is so that I can change my mind and mood along with the weather. I like the different experiences and memories each season brings, but with every year of motherhood I find myself more and more anxious for spring
I write this from a Vermont mountainside condo. The steep slopes, which should be covered in lovely white snow and peppered with skiers, are strips of brown grass. A chilly rain and dense cloud cover set a gloomy mood. The chair lifts are stationery, the parking lot nearly vacant. It’s a resort ghost town in
As I write this, it is negative nine degrees. NEGATIVE. NINE. DEGREES. I give up, Mother Nature. You win. It’s no secret that this winter has been a TOUGH one, and there’s still no end in sight. The unrelenting snow and record-breaking low temperatures have really had an effect on me, and I’m sure I’m not
All through the house, not a creature was stirring not even…. oh wait a minute. That’s a lie. It’s 4:30 in the morning and I’ve been awake ALL NIGHT running back and forth between my daughters’ bedrooms. One has the stomach bug (for the second time within a month) and the other has an ear