A week or so ago I was wondering why the crankiness in the household seemed to reach new thresholds. Could my kids all be going through some terrible twos/fives/eights phase simultaneously? Then I glanced at the calendar. Oh yeah! It’s the middle of February!  

February is not my least favorite month, not by a longshot. That honor generally goes to November. But February - in New England - with four young children? Not much could be crueler or more trying to one’s patience and sanity. Did I mention that it has snowed seemingly continuously since mid-December? And that our long driveway, where the kids play, has been covered with a thick sheet of ice for over a week? Did I mention that I have no basement playroom? That we are packed like rats into essentially three rooms, all together, day after day, week after week? Oh, oh, don’t forget the fierce vomiting illness the kids had over Valentine’s Day. And the lovely stomach bug that took hold of me this weekend. And so help me, if we have another snow day called by the school district….

Spring is coming… somewhere on the horizon. It must be. It has to be.

I’d love to sit and post more today but Dex is hopping on a plane to California. What’s that, you say? Why yes, it is indeed, coincidentally, school vacation week!

Send chocolate and whiskey.