Spring fever has arrived at the LaPoint household. One nice day followed by a week of crappy weather is starting to wear on us (or just me). Of course I've been hit the hardest by the overwhelming feeling of the walls closing in on me. Cabin fever. Blah! If I had any kind of fever, I wouldn't feel cold all the time, right? But I deal with this every year, and every year around March when the snow starts to melt and the days get longer, I think, in a couple of months I'll be bitching about it being too freaking hot. I can't wait.
So for now we (mostly just I) must wait for the first week of consistently warm weather. Where we can take off the layers and bask in the sun that until recently, has only given us little glimpses of it to keep the hope alive during those cold winter days. Where the discovery of the first elusive buds makes me feel excited and sad. Excited to see Max's first spring and summer; sad because he is growing up too damn fast. I enjoy his milestones and his obvious excitement of learning something new, but really, I'm dreading the days that he becomes mobile because then will we ever get to relax again? If he's anything like his parents, he will run us to the ground (literally) and then run circles around us while we lay there. All the while he will most definitely be mocking us in a sarcastic tone that he will have picked up from his sarcastic parents. Oh the joys of parenting. I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Anyway, all lego talk aside (a new phrase picked up by our daily youtube Yogscast veiwing because we are complete nerds) I guess the post title should be called "Seasonal Depression." I really cannot wait for those hot, hot summer days to complain about. Really. They can't come soon enough.
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