Cold climate moms have more stress than warm climate moms. It's a fact. Not really. I don't think. But someone should check into that.
This year the snow and cold came out of nowhere. Well, not really. It's all pretty normal. But when you have record highs one day and a foot of snow the next, it feels like it came out of nowhere.
And it's all fun and games until you have to go somewhere. And not just up the street for a cup of coffee. I mean really go somewhere. In a timely manner.
At the beginning of the school year I really thought that William's preschool being just a little over a block from our house was a super plus. Now I'm not so sure.
The problem is that the distance from our house is such that it's really ridiculous to ever drive there. But the distance is enough that I can't just slip out the door with my robe on and wave goodbye. So we walk there. Twice a day, two times a week.
But in order to do the walking I first must do the bundling. This, my friends, is where I tell you I miss having an infant. An infant who needs no shoes, and an infant who can simply be put into a complete outerwear unit with one single zip. No messing with hats, silly mittens or even boots. I could lay her on the sofa, zip her up, scoop her in my arms and we were out. The inventor of the snowsuit bunting is pure genius.
I kid you not when I tell you that from the time we are all ready in the morning it takes us an additional fifteen minutes to get out the door. Fifteen minutes!
William is self-sufficient for the most part not including getting the zipper on his coat started and getting on his second mitten. And if it's a tennis shoes day he needs help with the tying.
My most trying days are the ones when I he's all set with a hat, coat and mittens and I send him to the back door to put on his Velcro shoes because I haven't got time to tie his tennies. It's then that I realize I've made a horrible mistake that will cost me an extra few minutes. I've already put on his mittens. He will do one of two things. He will either try to put the Velcro shoes on while wearing his fleece mittens (try it, I dare you) or he will fling his mittens off in the dining room on the way to the back door and forget to put them back on until we're already out of the house and I've locked the door.
Then there's Lucy who, bless her heart, loves to wear hats. But that's it. Hates to put on her coat. Refuses to push her hand into her mittens. Won't step her heel all the way down into her boots. Insert gigantic audible sigh.
Why has NOBODY thought to make a better option for toddler mittens?! [And if they have, please send me a link where I can buy some.]
We already have the kind without thumbs which seems to help a little bit but they are still impossible to (a) push on and (b) keep on. Can't someone invent a wrap style mitten with a Velcro close? Maybe that's the ticket to my million dollars right there. Don't steal the idea, now! Actually do. Just make the mittens, I'll buy them, you can have your millions and I'll take back those extra fifteen minutes each morning.
In an effort to not make this post sound all seasonally depressed I have to say that I really do love having a winter. I know it's long and it's not without it's hassles but I really would miss it if it never came. Kind of like being with family over the holidays. You could never imagine not being with them. And the first few days are so. much. fun. But then it gets long. And you miss your routine. And your own shower. And your own bed. And your own cooking. But all the same, you're glad you came. And you're glad when it's over.
So I know it's not your fault, Winter. And I still appreciate thee. I just think I wouldn't complain as much if I didn't have to leave the house.
This year the snow and cold came out of nowhere. Well, not really. It's all pretty normal. But when you have record highs one day and a foot of snow the next, it feels like it came out of nowhere.
And it's all fun and games until you have to go somewhere. And not just up the street for a cup of coffee. I mean really go somewhere. In a timely manner.
At the beginning of the school year I really thought that William's preschool being just a little over a block from our house was a super plus. Now I'm not so sure.
The problem is that the distance from our house is such that it's really ridiculous to ever drive there. But the distance is enough that I can't just slip out the door with my robe on and wave goodbye. So we walk there. Twice a day, two times a week.
But in order to do the walking I first must do the bundling. This, my friends, is where I tell you I miss having an infant. An infant who needs no shoes, and an infant who can simply be put into a complete outerwear unit with one single zip. No messing with hats, silly mittens or even boots. I could lay her on the sofa, zip her up, scoop her in my arms and we were out. The inventor of the snowsuit bunting is pure genius.
I kid you not when I tell you that from the time we are all ready in the morning it takes us an additional fifteen minutes to get out the door. Fifteen minutes!
William is self-sufficient for the most part not including getting the zipper on his coat started and getting on his second mitten. And if it's a tennis shoes day he needs help with the tying.
My most trying days are the ones when I he's all set with a hat, coat and mittens and I send him to the back door to put on his Velcro shoes because I haven't got time to tie his tennies. It's then that I realize I've made a horrible mistake that will cost me an extra few minutes. I've already put on his mittens. He will do one of two things. He will either try to put the Velcro shoes on while wearing his fleece mittens (try it, I dare you) or he will fling his mittens off in the dining room on the way to the back door and forget to put them back on until we're already out of the house and I've locked the door.
Then there's Lucy who, bless her heart, loves to wear hats. But that's it. Hates to put on her coat. Refuses to push her hand into her mittens. Won't step her heel all the way down into her boots. Insert gigantic audible sigh.
Why has NOBODY thought to make a better option for toddler mittens?! [And if they have, please send me a link where I can buy some.]
We already have the kind without thumbs which seems to help a little bit but they are still impossible to (a) push on and (b) keep on. Can't someone invent a wrap style mitten with a Velcro close? Maybe that's the ticket to my million dollars right there. Don't steal the idea, now! Actually do. Just make the mittens, I'll buy them, you can have your millions and I'll take back those extra fifteen minutes each morning.
In an effort to not make this post sound all seasonally depressed I have to say that I really do love having a winter. I know it's long and it's not without it's hassles but I really would miss it if it never came. Kind of like being with family over the holidays. You could never imagine not being with them. And the first few days are so. much. fun. But then it gets long. And you miss your routine. And your own shower. And your own bed. And your own cooking. But all the same, you're glad you came. And you're glad when it's over.
So I know it's not your fault, Winter. And I still appreciate thee. I just think I wouldn't complain as much if I didn't have to leave the house.
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