Dear Mother Nature,
I know you have a very tough job. There are four seasons you must control. People complain all the time. March is to raw, April to rainy. My sinuses! It’s too hot. My hair, it’s too humid. The snow. I get it. Being a mother is a thankless job. As a mother myself I understand how hard it is to remain chipper with all the whining.
It’s like when I make dinner and the family says, chicken again? Or even worse, I don’t like it. I want to reply, next time you cook and I will complain about it. So I understand that you must be tired of the complaints, the ungrateful people who didn’t appreciate August’s sunshine and are now complaining that there is three freaking feet of snow on the ground.
I understand your frustration. Really I do. The people who do not appreciate that they don’t have to mow the lawn or better yet pull up the weeds in the flower bed. You have thoughtfully blanketed them with frozen snow. Normally I would be with you in the solidarity of motherhood. I am thankful that you worked so hard covering up my dead daisies (I swear, I was going to pull them…eventually). I’m very appreciative of your hard work. Abby has enjoyed sledding and making snow forts in the front yard. She and Bailey have been having the best time this winter.
Bridget really hates snow. When I say hate I do not mean she doesn’t like your winter wonderland. I mean it sends her into a full blown panic attack where she cannot leave the house.
This is not like her aversion to sand. Living on an island she has to get used to sand. It’s everywhere. But living on an island usually you bring snow and it is gone the next day. Except it’s been over a month and not to join the chorus of ungrateful people driving you crazy. I have had to put a redneck curtain (aka blanket held up with thumbtacks) over my slider to block the sight of the backyard. Bridget couldn’t eat at the kitchen table looking at the snow covering her playground.
Bridget made great strides last year. Walking on the grass and the sand. We would like to keep her moving forward. So from one mother to another please….
I am begging you to turn off the snow machine so Bridget can play outside. I promise I will punch the first person who complains about the humidity in the nose for you.