I used to love winter more than any other season. That was before I had kids. Now I just live with a constant state of apprehension. Who is going to get sick? And for how long? I have a brilliant equation that I just figured out: Preschool = Pestilence.
Every. Single. Kid. in Becca's preschool (including her teacher) has a disgusting coughing, snot-infested cold. *Shudder.*
So, really, I used to love December. But now I am beginning to feel otherwise....there is just too much going on and too much to do. Christmas photos, cards, presents and decorations.....throw in me not sleeping enough and trying to sing the church choir cantata, a birthday for one of my kids, and snot for both of them, and it is just going too far. Is it summer yet?