It's Good Friday.
It's the first full day of Spring.
It's snowing.
Again.
We're not talking flurries here either.
Seriously, this is the sort of weather endurance winter/spring that makes sane people crack. Just looking out the window makes me want to cry.
I can hardly even comprehend that I have to go out in it to shop for the Easter necessities. I can't. I just can't. It simply makes you want to pound your head on your snow shovel.
I'm sick of turtle necks and polar fleece. I want to put away the cordory pants and wool socks. I don't want to wear mittens any more. I just want it to stop.
OK, I'm done whining now. Besides, I'm sick of writing about snow.
The Mr. and I tried really hard to have a nice date night last night. Over all it was great, but the kids intruded.
Before we could even get out the door, The Little Mr.'s went at it. They managed to provoke each other to screams and tears. It ended ugly, vomit and bed times. The Little Miss is having massive attachment and adjustment issues. Last night was filled with tears and screams on her part. This morning hasn't been much better for her, I'm afraid.
I've said it before and I'll keep on saying it. Parenting is not for the weak.
Snow and screaming aside, it's March Madness time around here. We have our picks and we're watching the games. That was part of our date last night, a beer, some B-Ball on TV, hot pretzels and burgers, mmm mmm. All Good.
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