Lately I’ve been feeling a bit down.

Being a full-time, stay at home mom is hard. I’m lucky that Josh and I are full partners in parenting and that he is more than willing to give me as many breaks as I need. I have it better than a lot of people. This I know.

Sometimes though, no amount of empathy or understanding can distract me from the very harsh reality that I’m raising a super excitable not-yet-three-year-old who:

has an abundance of energy
experiences his emotions in a big way
no matter what his size or apparent cognitive ability, is still only two and three quarters years old and simply cannot understand all that I really, really want him to be able to.

In other words, Jude and I have been having some, uhm, misunderstandings as of late.

I long for warm weather. I can’t help but really, truly believe that life will be so much better and more manageable when we can spend out days outdoors… running around one of the many local parks we frequent or playing on the beach along Lake Michigan, building sandcastles and eating a picnic lunch.

Sometimes a change of scenery can work wonders (or so I tell myself). Bad mood and bad tempers that fester and build indoors dissipate when exposed to fresh air and strong sunlight.

Dear Spring,
Please hurry.

Love,
Jillian