I was hoping this weekend would be filled with newly thawed grass for Easter egg hunts. Presents, cake, friends, and fun for Tommy's birthday. The quiet beauty of the Easter morning mass. And maybe even some relaxing family time. Instead it was a weekend of spring snow storms, puke buckets, snot-filled kleenex, feverish foreheads, and cancelled birthday parties.
Now, on this sunny Monday morning, I am left as an over-tired, crabby mess with little to no patience for my poor bored and recuperating boys. The fact that I saw a beautiful robin in the tree in our front yard on Thursday mocks my silly superstitious mind. Alas, spring is still not here despite what the calender says.
So there. I have no cheer to spread, or tales of happy children prancing about finding beautifully colored eggs on a soft, green lawn. Only foggy memories of sleepless nights on the futon catching my birthday boy's digested pizza, and a strong desire to delete this post before it is even published.
I do apologize.