I am going to complain a bit, so beware! And really I don't have spring fever either. Spring fever to me is when it is actually supposed to be spring (i.e. March or April), but it is still cold. When it is supposed to be cold (i.e. right now) and I am annoyed, I am just plain annoyed.
Today is one of those days that I want to run away from the kids screaming and pulling my hair out!!! The problem isn't exactly them, but I think it's the fact that we have been cooped up in the house for weeks!
I think we are all starting to go a little stir crazy here. It seems that it has either been freezing cold or snowing heavily. The thermometer has done little more than peak above zero since Christmas, and it's just so much work finding boots, hats, gloves, jackets, warming up the car, and going somewhere that we just don't.
There is only so much Sesame Street, coloring, doll house playing, kitchen creating one can do.
I knew this winter would be hard with the ages of the kids. I've been dreading it since last spring because I guess I like to think ahead like that, but Lacey is too young to go off on her own and play independently (or at the very least she doesn't), and Miles is too old to just sleep in the carseat. He is into everything, which means they both need or want constant supervision and that isn't the easiest thing when you're flying solo.
"Maybe when it's warm outside we can go to the park?" says Lacey.
"Sure, but it's going to be a few months." Ugh.