Winter

I don't want to start complaining. I mean, normally I'm a pretty positive person who tries to see the blessings. But seriously. I am so over winter. I was over it a month ago. This is the part of winter that I get angry being cold.

Should I wear my black boots today or my brown? is the big question I get to ask myself everyday in the winter. 

I'm pretty sure that winter as I know it is a result of the fall into sin. Which would make snowflakes more accurately sin flakes. I'm just saying. 

This is the time of year that I'm popping Vitamin D like they're Skittles. As a matter of fact, I've even bypassed the pill form and got the pure, concentrated liquid from my chiropractor. She's like my dealer. A drop of the liquid is supposed to be the equivalent of 1000 IU's and has this citrus flavour sort of like lemon pie. I call it my "happy juice". Zanna asked me in all seriousness why I kept calling it my happy juice when I was already happy? Guess that means it's doing it's job …. 

On my more positive days, I do try to enjoy the weather as much as I can but since I don't ski, sled or snowshoe it's pretty limiting. We did go down to the canal two weeks ago and ice skate on the longest skating rink in the world. That was fun. Instead of ice skating around and around in a circle on a regular rink which is, in fact going nowhere, this rink has a destination : the Beavertail and hot chocolate pitstop. If that's not motivation, nothing is! In case you are unaware of what a Beavertail is, rest assured it has nothing to do with an actual animal and involves no hair balls. It's a baked dough in the shape of a beaver's tail and comes in a variety of toppings. My personal favourite would be maple syrup. 

The outing was overall a breath of fresh air (literally) and I will only remember the good. That means that I will forget how Zanna whined incessantly about her sore feet in the skates we got her last year (too bad, you're going to have to keep wearing them cause we ain't getting you a new pair until next year if you're lucky) and how she'd start yelling if I skated in front of her because she hates being last. And how Will thought the hot chocolate was too bland and when are we turning around? so that we left the kids nice and cozy at the fire pit by themselves so we could skate off hand in hand in blissful ignorance of their fighting - at least for a few minutes. Which pretty well sums up parenting, don't you think? Do yourself a favour and try to focus on the good times. 

Is the overall tone in this a little snarly? Seems like it's time for another shot of mama's happy juice.