When the smell of Spring began to enter the air, I felt my body start to unclench. My shoulders began to relax. My breath began to slow. My patience began to grow.
It was one bitch of a Winter.
We had sickness, upon sickness, upon sickness. Something no one ever told me about having multiple kids (maybe because its common sense) is that they kind of create a loop of illness that never really ends. Just as the coughs and sniffles of one child subside, the next is in full force and so on and so on and so on. You get my drift. If you don’t, it’s been one never ending snotty nose wiping, vapouriser filling, croup medication restocking kind of season.
Then my husband had hip surgery. And had to be on bed rest for two weeks, and on crutches for four weeks. And suddenly I had an extra person (child) to look after.
The wet, cold, sick inducing weather, made it impossible to escape the house. So we all went a bit coco-loco indoors, climbing the walls with boredom.
We were sad and crabby and crazy come August. My kids acting like feral beasts every time the miserable weather subsided and we escaped to a park.
It was a long, hard, exhausting three months.
But then the air started to change and so did our moods. On the first day of Spring we were gifted a glorious day and my children actually danced around the trampoline singing “Spring is here, spring is here” in some kind of delirium.
There’s a warmness, about Spring. It’s like an old friend who you might not see often, but it’s like you just pick up where you left off when you do.
How was your Winter, was it as hideous as mine?