Weather Ennui
Golly is it dreary outside as I type this blog post. March is such a fickle month, it's not quite winter and it's not truly spring. I am ready for slightly warmer sunnier weather. Everyone I talk to is whining about the weather (maybe I start the whining?). Everyone is itching for spring, for coatless freedom. The preschooler (well almost preschooler!) is super sassy and makes for a babysitting day a challenging day for me. I know every month she is growing and this is a phase that won't last forever but I wonder how I did it with my two children. We both know that the terrible twos is coined that phrase for a reason. At the end of a babysitting day, I am beat! My son used to lay down and scream his head off in public all the time. I must have been battle weary, right? The thing about aging is that memories are softened around the edges and well, I don't remember my frustration or my annoyance. Time erases facts and r...