It's the weekend, the temperatures are in the double digits, the neighbours have finally put away the Christmas decorations (our's are still up but that's not my department). It's the first time since the polar vortex that I've gone for a run outside.
I've waited as long as I can. It's time. I'm throwing the winter gear - hats, scarves, mitt, snow pants - into the washing machine. I'm packing away the too small winter boots (it's a first - I've never had a kid out grow their winter boots in a season, but told them to curl up their toes - after all, who's still selling winter boots?? in April??).
And you know what? It'll probably snow this week. I'm tempting fate, or mother nature. But I am sick and tired of winter.
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