I Hate Winter

I know, I know - hate is a strong word. But I have very strong feelings about this, especially today. What I do like - it's pretty, covers the ugliness abounding in nature right now. But I dispise(?) getting two little boys and myself completely outfitted to surive the cold, then having to carry around, whether in arms or sled, the smallest because he's like the Christmas Story child and can't hardly walk, no less keep himself vertical in all his gear. Then drag them all up and down a hill to sled, getting snowballs thrown in my face, sweating because you're overdressed, but freeze if you try to underdress. And my hair! It's hard work to get it looking presentable and then all that work is for nothing once you throw a hat on, and if you don't it gets wet from the snow and becomes a frizzy wet helmet. The only redeeming part is being able to treat myself to comfort slurps of hot chocolate and tomato soup to revive me from my misery.

Or maybe I'm just grumpy today.