And why, you ask?? Because it's snowing.
A LOT.
Which means that of course the children will want me to spend most of the morning tracking down their various scattered pieces of winter clothing and get them dressed so that they can play out in the snow... only to have them decide ten minutes after they get outside that playing in the snow isn't as much fun as they thought it would be - it's cold and it's wet, and they're wearing too many clothes to be able to move properly and they'd rather be inside where it's warm. I will then spend another hour getting them out of their cold wet clothes and dressing them again in clean, dry clothes, after which they will demand hot chocolate with marshmallows and cookies and all sorts of other junk foods that they insist are the only things standing between them and incipient hypothermia.
Oh, who am I kidding, I love the snow. It muffles the sound of the traffic immediately outside our front door, it makes the trees look pretty again, and it forces my dear husband to do demanding manual labor... what's not to love? I'll be able to gaze lovingly at him shoveling the mounds of snow off his truck while I warm my hands on a steaming hot cup of coffee - and then I will realize that I am actually out there helping him shovel, and wondering why the hell something so pretty is so ^%$# heavy....
So, to all my northern friends, I commiserate, and to all my Southern friends - yes, I really do like it better up here.
Seriously.
