(Note to self: Self, PUH-LEESE, let's not be soooo dramatic. Killing you?)
Well, maybe this year is not killing me, but it's dragging me down. And adding the fact that winter is apparently not ending, is just the icing on the cake.
This morning, we woke up to freezing drizzle:
By 11:00, we were dismissing school.
Now, at 3:00, we have about 3 inches of snow on-the-ground. In May.
I'm dying. (I'm not really dying)
But this cannot be good for my health.
When M came home for lunch, I said:
"M, if you come home tonight and tell me, Honey, there's no time to pack but I just booked a flight to ......(insert warm sunny destination here)....., hurry up! Grab Charlie! Let's go! I will jump into your arms and smother you with kisses and say, "Okay, let me grab my sunglasses". And I will leave everything behind and never look back."
And he said, matter of factly, "It's supposed to be 70 by Monday."
Sigh. I don't think I can wait that long. This blog is titled, Bloom Where You're Planted for a reason. As in, try to shine no matter where you are, no matter what your circumstances might be. But why-oh-why dear Lord of Lords, why did you plant my soul here? I'm having trouble blooming, friends. Some major trouble.