Late Breaking Carol News: Carol has been spotted! And I think she has been eating our crocus bulbs. So really it is a good news / bad news sort of situation. I am going to try to focus on the good news (Carol is alive; the crocuses were starting to bloom, which MUST mean that spring is going to arrive eventually) and less on the bad news (I was so excited about the crocuses) because this week has already been the sort of week where you find yourself saying, “UGH, THIS WEEK” when it is only Tuesday. It is rainy and cold, the world seems like a truly terrible place (bombs and explosions and bigotry and cancer and misogyny and the fact that a sequel to Frozen has been announced but there’s very little chance it is going to be called “Frozen 2: Big Trouble in Little Weaseltown”) and the kids have been extra difficult, and our household is suffering from varying degrees of some sort of stomach bug, which meant that today I was unable to attend a funeral in support of one of my oldest friends who had a significant loss, and while it’s not like my presence would have actually made any sort of noticeable difference, I still felt a wave of, “UGH, THIS WEEK” when Zach started barfing last night. Things feel kind of grey today, in spite of the good news re: Carol.
“I don’t feel very much like Pooh today,” said Pooh.
“There there,” said Piglet. “I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do.”
I don’t feel very much like Lauren today, and I think the kids don’t feel much like themselves either. Ellie said to me yesterday, “You know, Mommy, I really, really like Christmas, but I am ready for it to not be winter anymore.” We are on the same page there, kiddo. I think she feels a little bit betrayed, because we had a lovely, wonderful vacation in Florida, and then we returned home and we don’t have a pool and there are no princesses to sign autograph books and she has to wear snow pants, which will certainly go down in history as the most uncomfortable piece of clothing ever to exist. I think the whole purpose of snow pants is to exacerbate cases of Post-Vacation Letdown amongst the kindergarten set.
But we’re managing, right? It’s not so bad, and it won’t last forever. The last few weeks of winter always feel this way. So we’ll survive on homemade chicken noodle soup (which I made while listening to the “Mom Jeans Jams” playlist on Google Play; there are very few things I love as much as making soup while listening to music that is objectively terrible) and we all have clean pajamas to wear and Friday is a holiday and maybe there won’t be any barf laundry tomorrow.