Lately I've been feeling a little.....hormonal? Crazy? Blah? Irritated.
(See also: Annoying postpartum hormone plummet--coupled with hair falling out in clumps.)
(And: Massive potty training FAIL with bitter battles of wills and hour upon hours of whining by everyone. Though John says it isn't so much a battle, as "a one-sided ass whipping." And we're losing. And when you lose this battle, it requires rubber gloves and bleach.)
But today. Ahhhhhh. Today. It has to be about 60 degrees outside. Sunny. Spring-like. Puddles of snow melt and mud and birds chirping and....wow. My mood is just soaring.
I am reminded that spring really will come. It really will warm up and we will be able to go outside again. Really. Sometimes I forget that when I'm down in winter's dumps with rubber gloves on.
Showing off her puddle-jumping boots