This morning we woke up to tons of fresh snow on the ground. The girls were so excited and Lillian kept screaming that it’s finally wintertime. For me, it was a little exciting and a little depressing. I can’t decide yet where I lean.
Listen, I’m the first to admit that I don’t love fall. I love winter even less. It’s not that I don’t like them or don’t enjoy them, because most of the time I do. I just love summer a lot and I hate to see it go. I don’t like being cold. And most of all, I DREAD putting coats/hats/gloves/warm layers/snow pants/boots/fuzzy socks/scarves/more warm layers on my kids. It’s the worst. And in case you didn’t know, they’re not supposed to wear coats in their car seats. Obviously, I’ll do anything to make sure my kids are safe, so I oblige. But I don’t like it. I’d rather just never leave the house. ;)
Thankfully, the summer here makes all the other stuff worth it. I’m gonna try to be more positive about the colder seasons and embrace them this year. Besides, how can I hate winter (because that’s where we are now, winter) when my kids look this happy and cute while enjoying it? Hazel was happy, I swear. She just inherited my resting bitch face.
Have a great weekend!