Starting around Thanksgiving my life becomes a bit of a whirlwind. With my family living out of town we have a lot of back and forth driving between Long Island and PA, and our weekends are totally booked up with fun things including my son’s December birthday. Now with the little guy in pre school we can throw in even more holiday events to add to the calendar. I am being honest with myself I love it. I love the holiday time! I love the large amount of time I get to spend with my family, and I love being busy. But now it’s all over. The holidays have come and gone and now it’s just boring old, cold January.

I hate winter. I hate pretty much everything about it, and once January begins I get sad. In December I am constantly on the go with a ton of things to look forward to. The holidays give Captain Awesome days off, I spend a week in PA with my family, and I get to see them almost every week! Then January comes and it’s back to just me and the little man.

We have to get back into the swing of things. We have a schedule, and I guess it’s time we got back to it. I just have to get my butt off the couch and shy away from my instinct to hibernate. Do you understand how hard it is to be forced inside due to weather for days on end with a three year old? It may be worse that I have to force myself OUT of the house to entertain said three year old when it’s absolutely freezing and gross out. But it’s always gross in the winter and I have to keep him busy.

So it’s back to normal for us (whatever that is!?). We will go to school, our classes and try to keep ourselves occupied. No holidays in the near future so I will have to make up excuses to get to PA to be with my family, but it will be done. And I will just expect that January and February will suck. I will dream of summer, and wish for it every day. As always it won’t come soon enough.