Y’all. I am so over winter. I just can’t hang with these frigid temperatures, ridiculously cold winds, and days on end at home. I truly believe I have a mild case of seasonal affective disorder. Right now, spring seems but a distant dream.
I just can’t hang with this foolishness. I miss the sun. I miss going outside with my kids (I NEVER thought I’d say that; I’m what you call “indoorsy”). I miss walking out to my car and not having to basically shove tissues up my nose to stop all the running!
I want to take family walks in the neighborhood without the fear of my kids getting hypothermia. I want my hair to stop being so freaking static-y because the air is so dry. And I want to not have to wear layers upon layers of clothing just to walk to the mailbox!
However, don’t–as the kids say–“get it twisted”, though. I am in NO WAY ready for the triple-digit-hotter-than-the-surface-of-the-sun-humidity that is an Oklahoma summer. But dang, man. Is a 70-75 degree day too much to ask?
Until then, I’ll just be over here price-checking flights to the Bahamas.