Dear Winter of 2013/2014,
We are done now.
I have coped with you pretty well up until now, I am from Michigan after all. Week after week of frigid temperatures and accumulating snow has not stopped me from living my life. I have learned to not even look at the extended forecast.
I have continued to run outside (mostly.) I just added another layer, another pair of socks, covered my face, and strapped cleats onto my running shoes. I am running at least a minute a mile slower, but it is okay, Winter, you have not defeated me. I have learned to slide on ice gracefully, like a figure-skater, and hurdle over 2 foot walls of snow that are at pretty much every single corner. I believe this winter’s running could be an Olympic event, like Motocross but with running shoes instead of motorcycles.
I have continued to take my kids out, even on the days that school has been cancelled because it has been too cold. It has just become normal to start my car 10 minutes early and add 15 minutes to my morning routine to bundle them up, or “bungle” as the kids would say. I have even got around my littlest love taking off all of his winter gear during our drives by covering his entire arm with baseball socks, instead of silly mittens, that are impossible to take off.
I have gotten used to the giant mounds of snow that are on either side of my driveway, which is barely wide enough for one car to pass anymore. I think they look rather stately. I even enjoy bouncing off each of them, like a pinball machine, when it turns out that our driveway is not, in fact, wide enough for one car to pass anymore.
But yesterday, Winter, I could not pass down the street when I went to pick up each of the older boys from school. The streets have become too narrow, Winter, and parents continue to park on either side of the street. The schools’ parking lots and streets around the schools are scary enough, but now that you cannot pass down them at all, they are downright terrifying. I tried, though, and ended up getting my mirror pushed in as I brushed a parked car. The end result was that I had to park very far away and carry my 30 lb. “baby” through snow and ice covered sidewalks, in single digit temperatures, to retrieve my preschooler from school and then walk back over those same icy/snowy sidewalks to get back to the van.
And that is why, Winter, that we are done. I can deal with your unending cold and snow, but when I have to carry a 30 lb. child, who will undoubtedly lose at least one boot, more than the length of a city block, that is when I cry “uncle.”