Again. It's the end of March. I stood shivering at the bus stop trying to block the 40+mph wind gusts from knocking over Ella...shoot me, too! The icy snow chips pelting our faces. Over it. I miss my flip flops. I miss my tank tops. I miss skirts, and leaving the house without having to bundle three children up.
I love winter. I love the snow. But I'm ok with Mother Nature bringing on warmer weather now. It's time. It's really time. Or. I. Might. Lose. My. Mind.
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