An Open Letter to Winter


Dear Winter,
I realize this is a little awkward since you only officially got here a few weeks ago, but...ummm...yeah...I'm going to need to ask  you to skedaddle.  You're just a little too intense for me.  This week, you're bordering on stalkerish.


What I'm saying is...it's not me.  It's you.


No hard feelings?


-Karen


On a related note, I think the Pea and I are both suffering from a raging case of cabin fever.  And I pinpointed it this morning as I was trying to wrangle the Pea into his red sweater--the occupation which being a toddler mom most closely resembles:



(But with slightly less destruction.  Slightly.)

5 comments:

  1. I am also ready for relatives to skedaddle, too. Shhhhh...

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  2. Yeah, that's like a double dose of cabin fever.

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  3. hilarious. we are praying for snow here so kids can have one day.

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  4. Shelli, the worst of it is we only got a little dusting of snow (and it's too cold to play outside anyway) with a sheet of ice. It is just c-o-l-d. Skull-numbing cold.

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  5. OH no!
    It never gets that cold here - the worst we get is a week or two of rain - but I do live in paradise!

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