Well. Despite my best efforts, I think winter is winning. I’m struggling to get outside this winter! I’ve tried. Really I have! I have suited up in snow gear time and time again, even when it was clear it wouldn’t end well. I really believe that kids (and adults) can enjoy time outside even when it’s cold. However.
I’ve embraced the outdoors this winter, but it is not embracing me back
This winter is treating me like a crazy ex girlfriend who can’t take a hint. WHY DO I KEEP GOING BACK FOR MORE?!?!
I suppose we keep trying because if I follow my instincts and hide in my warm bed all day, my kids will probably tear the house to shreds by noon. Their favorite way to burn off energy this winter is to stand on the coffee table and see how much air time they can get leaping onto the couch. Since a new couch is not in the budget, we have to keep going outside.
But every time we head out, I have a least 17,000 moments when my face looks like this:
Here’s just a sampling of reasons I have semi-permanent winter stink face.
Tantrums and Tears
Is it an actual requirement that some one cries every time we leave our house? Did the universe send down some law of parenting physics I have yet to master?
Common reasons for tears include (but not limited to):
Olivia won’t run with her – Abby
Olivia is running with her – Abby
Olivia saw a bunny track and Abby can’t see it because she won’t look because Olivia saw it first
The bunny tracks were going the wrong direction?
They want a different sled
There’s hair on her face
They have to wear gloves
I won’t take more pictures of them “being a dog”, because I’ve already taken 100
They didn’t win (doesn’t matter if there’s nothing to win)
There’s no way to win (like how do you “win” at walking?)
Her kids are driving her nuts and she’s not sure this was a good idea (maybe me)
I’m seriously distracted
I have, on multiple occasions, forgotten a key element of the winter wardrobe for someone. I should have a list, and I probably will get around to making that in June. It will be super helpful then.
We went hiking in the snow in Cuyahoga Valley National Park and forgot snow gloves.
We went to the zoo lights and forgot Abby’s coat. It was 17 degrees.
Walked to Olivia’s school today and realized Abby had on snow boats and no socks.
I have delusions about Oreo
Sigh. In my fantasy life Oreo the dog is a wonderful adventure companion who is calm, cool, and collected in the outdoors. Real life: the dog is a nut job who has zero chill because she is a nut job. I love her. I do. But I need to stop taking her outside with us. In my fantasy life I also have the time and endless patience required to train her correctly. hahahahaha.
I keep trying to make the stroller happen. It’s not going to happen!
Of course I will take the stroller on our walk! The sidewalks are clear, it’s sunny, it’s perfect!
J/K here’s a huge snow bank at EVERY SINGLE CROSSWALK. Shoving a double jogger full of 70lbs of kid through a snowbank right next to the road is a legit feat of strength and I expect to be rewarded with an Olympic medal right away. This has happened enough times this winter that I should be able to predict it, but of course I never do. And then i’m swearing under my breath while the trash men die with laughter #truestory. They did offer to help, but I’m stubborn so there’s that.
My mudroom always looks like this
So winter is winning… but what do I do about it?
Nothing. Because my kids think it’s awesome. They are completely oblivious to all my packing fails and stroller woes. They think it’s hilarious when the dog acts like she’s missing some crucial brain cells. They think the snow is magical and amazing.
And the tantrums? Turns out they don’t remember them at all. Abby cried through an entire (short) hike the other day, and then came home and announced during family dinner it was her favorite part of the day. Are you freaking kidding me? #Memories.
So I will just suck it up until spring. Because winter may be winning, but I’m very stubborn. I’m off now to walk the dog with the stroller and one shoe while everyone cries!