January in March

What do you do when it snows like crazy so close to April? If you're a mama, you brave the inches piling up outside the front door and head to Target for Easter basket toys and other goodies. You wander around until you think the traffic madness has died down and until the aisles of adorable flip-flops aren't enticing at all, just seasonally depressing.

When you do make it back home, you fire up the laptop to the sound of the sleet hitting the windows and the microwave reheating giant mug of coffee after giant mug of coffee, not for caffeine as much as for warmth. You blog a little, bitch a lot and put a sweatshirt on over your sweater and pull the space heater in a little closer. It's pathetic, yes. But it's also the last few days of miserable March.

Finally, you raise your hands to the blessed sky -- Why? Why? Whhhhhyyyyy? -- and ask the goddesses, beg the goddesses, plead and offer up all the Peeps and chocolate bunnies you plan to pilfer from the kid's basket after he passes out in a sugar and plastic grass coma, to please cease the snow and bring on the rain, mud and humidity.

[Brilliantly unseasonal winterscape photos credit: Jessica Ashley]

Comments

[Kelley]

I hear ya sister. I am sitting here sweltering hot on Easter night in Australia. It is supposed to be COLD! It is supposed to be frosty! I am SUPPOSED to be drinking HOT chocolate...

Damn those farting cows!

Oh and *rarw* re those shoes in your header.

[Karly Pitman/First Ourselves]

As I write this, it's been snowing all day, and it looks and feels like January outside. There is a good foot of snow on my front porch steps, and, I, too, want to throw my hands up and scream. If I could instantly transport myself to the beach, I would.

Sigh. I know just how you feel.