Thursday, February 6, 2014

Dear Winter: The Big Break Up

Dear Winter,

I'm sorry to do this so publicly.  I would have sent you a letter, but my mailbox is literally buried in a snow bank in my front yard.  I no longer trust it as a reliable way of delivering communication.

But considering that is mostly your fault, I'm putting this out there on the big ole world wide web for all of the world to see.

We are through.  It is over.  I am breaking up with you.

What we had was great; it really was.  It was all sweetly falling fluffy snowflakes and catching them on my tongue and sipping hot cocoa while sitting by the fire with a great book.  I'll treasure those moments.  But, if we're honest, if we're both really, really honest, this thing we've had going on has run it's course.  It's time for both of us to move on.

It's not you, it's me.  

I've grown.  I've changed.  I'm a different person than I was 3 long, cold, harsh months ago.  I want to see new things -- like the grass in my front yard and the grill on my deck -- and experience new things -- like the sun burning my cheeks instead of the crazy intense 23 degrees below zero windchill.  I just need more.  

Initially, you were great with my kids.  

You invited them to play outside, and entertained them for hours with powdery, fun, clean, fresh white snow.  You were warm (relatively speaking) and caring towards them, and along with pink cheeks and cold noses, you sent fluffy white snowflakes cascading down from the sky to land on their sweet little eyelashes.  

But all that has changed.  Now you are simply cold and harsh.  You keep them cooped up inside the house all day.  You won't even let them go to school for days on end.  I think a truancy officer may be visiting you if you don't let up soon.

We've grown apart.  

It's like we're from different worlds now.  You keep bringing this whole "polar vertex" thing from the North into the mix, while I'm just trying to get as far South as I can.  The Caribbean, Mexico, Florida...I'm so over you, I'd even settle for Southern Indiana.  We're just headed in different directions.

You are controlling and demanding and you just won't back down or listen to reason.  

Done.  Over.  Finished.

If you really want to know, yes, there is someone else.  I just couldn't help myself.  His name is Spring.  We haven't met face to face yet.  We've just been chatting here and there, but I think we have a lot more in common than you and I ever did...biking, sunshine, baseball...I could go on, but I don't want to rub it in.  Although if I'm honest, he may just end up being more of a rebound guy.  His brother, Summer, is a real hottie.  Literally.  More of an ice cream, flip flops, beach guy.  I've already got my eye on him...

Truth be told, I'd like to say that we are never, ever, ever getting back to together, but we both know that is not true.  Next year, I'll come crawling back.  Begging for you even.  Christmas Eve will roll around, and I'll be pleading with you to come back to me, and toss just a few flakes my way.  

I'm beginning to think this is a very dysfunctional relationship we have.

So anyway, for now, I'm kicking you to the curb...that is, if I can ever again find the curb.  Or my sidewalk.  Or my mailbox.

When you are enduring a winter with no end in sight, You Are a Good Mom.

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