Excuse me, Winter, you’re no longer welcome, please leave immediately. Threatening us with negative degrees is just tacky.
It takes a couple of hours before I realize I’m exhausted. Again. My eyelids hot and thick, my energy bottoming out as I swing a second cup of coffee. Am I sick? Running too hard? Doing cosmic battle in my dreams ?
I can’t be the only mom who forgets about Mother’s Day. It just doesn’t feel like it applies to me.