That’s how I feel about winter. I seem to forget, over the three subsequent seasons, just what a pain in the ass winter is. If I remembered the coats, the mittens, the hats, the scarves, the whining, the heating of the car, the piling of the children in and out, the coughs, the snotty noses, the nebulizer treatments, the doctor visits, the freaking cold… then surely I’d live in sunny California.
And we haven’t even been hit with snow and ice yet. Oh, joy.