Well, we sprung ahead Sunday by an hour. That means that Spring is here, right? I think not. I think it only means that the sun sets later and the kids have huge difficulties falling asleep at a reasonable hour. Sunday night we started bedtime at 8, and they didn't go to sleep until 10 (10:20 for Jack). Last night they were exhausted and were out by 8:10 and it was lovely. Tonight, 9:30. We always start bedtime at the same time, but why some nights they have to be so stubborn is beyond me. Wait until it is still light out at 7:30 at night. I will be lucky to get them to sleep by midnight! Anyway, technically Spring begins on the 20th, but I am not buying it. I don't trust you Spring, you big liar. I find it hard to believe that in a mere 10 days it will be Springtime. My driveway and yard are still covered with snow. There is not a leaf to be seen. Not a bird to be heard. The cinder blocks and chunks of wood the trailer is perched on are still frozen into the ground. Wouldn't it be nice to wake up on the 20th, hear the birds chirping and see some sunshine? Sometimes I think, whatever Spring . . . I won't hold my breath.
I don't mean to sound cranky, I'm actually not. My house is being finished up, I have carpeting now in my bedroom and upstairs hall and this makes me happy. I know that we are at last in the final stages of "The Winter From Hell" and its only normal for it to try to hang on as long as possible, to try and give us one final gasp. Well gasp away Winter, your time is numbered. Spring may be a bit of a swaggering exaggerating tease, but it's there, it's gaining on you.