Hate is a strong word. A strong word, but the right word* to accurately describe how I am feeling about winter right now. Fuck off, winter!
It’s our first cold season here in Upstate NY, and I knew it was going to be bad. In fact, I expected it to be at least this bad. But that doesn’t change the fact that it’s still … bad. We moved to the snowiest city in the U.S., and it’s living up to its name. I mean, at the beginning of the year, we had a 66-hours-straight snowstorm that accumulated more than 20 inches of snow. What? And that was just the worst in a month chock full of snow days. After a December that broke some other snow records.
And all the snow, it’s not just crushing down on our sad little roof. It’s also crushing down on my sad little soul. Though I’ve lived in snowy places before (hello, university in eastern Canada), I’m realizing for the first time that the very sight of snow piles gives me significant anxiety. When is it going to melt? What if it never melts? What if the snow piles on the side of the driveway get so high that I can’t manually shovel anymore on top of them? What if we can’t leave the house? After further introspection, I’ve decided that I have an unhealthy fear that we may be entering a new ice age. You never know, right?
Winter with little kids is kind of the pits, too. We’re trying to embrace it as best we can, but I really can’t take my little one-year-old munchkin outside much when we have things like 13-day streaks of sub-freezing temperatures (most of which are actually in the single digits – Fahrenheit). And if you even know where to buy snow boots for size 4 toddler feet, let me know. Because I have been unsuccessful on that front, and I’m not about to let Ell-Bell run around in the snow with just her cute little sneakers on. She would totally do it, too.
I guess the real problem is that I’m totally over winter, but it’s nowhere near over. The internet says it will snow here until at least April, but maybe as late as May. Gag. And we keep having these random warm stretches where the mountains of snow all but melt, and I’m like, yaaas, grass, there you are, I missed you! But sure enough, after a day or two, here comes another day with 5-8 inches of snow. Can I just tell you how sick I am of spending my entire naptime break (what’s left of it, anyway) shoveling the freaking driveway? My arms are so sore!
And I’m totally sorry for complaining so much about this, but I can’t whine to my husband about how much these winter months are getting me down. He is the reason we moved here, and every time I so much as hint that I’m not loving all the cold and snow, he feels guilty AF. So here you go, blog, have all my pent up frustration and disappointment about the fact that we basically live right below the Arctic Circle.
On the literal bright side, we do have a beach trip in our sights, a nice little something to look forward to. We’re heading to sunny Mexico to see my dad in a few weeks. Yaaaas. Since there will still be more winter to come after that, I can’t exactly call the trip a light at the end of the tunnel. But maybe it’s a little hole in the top of the tunnel, halfway through, letting a few rays in?
Until next time,
*Due credit to Boss Baby for that sentiment
4 thoughts on “Hate is a Strong Word”
I’m right there with you in the hate, although we have pathetically no snow compared to you. But the cold is really the pits!
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So many pits! Here’s hoping we both make it to spring ok 😊
While not quite as cold and snowy, I am over out MA winter to! I am actually sick of going to Target just to get out of the house and that says a lot! Here’s to an early spring or at least an early end to the deep freeze so we can all get outside!!
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Wow, sick of Target? That is very serious. I get it though, loading the kids up in the car, and everything that is involved in getting them winter ready before that, is so exhausting!! Amen for an early spring!