First, dammit, Spring! Why do we need bugs? I mean I know why but seriously, WHY? There was a centipede in my house today, man. A friggin centipede. Right next to Ms. Plum's lil leg. And frankly, I am surprised that I was able to pull it together long enough to save her. Because my track record with that sort of thing is pretty flimsy.
Second, these temps are just nuts. I enjoyed them for a day or two but you kept climbing. Mr. Pants can get a heat rash living in a refrigerator. The poor kid is hot prickly mess. Plum is pretty miffed that we do not have an air conditioner right now. That's pretty clear. And me? I want to die. It's too hot in my house in the afternoon and I can only open one window and the front door for various Mr. Pants related reasons that I don't need to go into right now or we'll be here forever. Daddy's the only one not complaining. But I think he's jut trying to be a bigger person about this whole thing. Anyhoo, don't be a hero, Spring. Summer isn't better than you. We need you and your mild temperment. Maybe tone it down on the crazy high temps ok?
Thirdly, you know, these bugs are still pissing me off. ANTS!
Fourthly (is 'fourthly' a word?), I am not a fan of your muddiness. But because I love trees and flowers, I will concede that it is a necessary evil. But see, I am really new at cleaning floors regularly and holy cheeseballs, there are dirt footprints all over my clean floors. I hate that, Spring. I just hate it. It makes me feel crazy inside.
And finally, every year a creature decides right about now to build it's home behind the driver side mirror of my car and every year I stare terrified at it through the glass. What if I need a coffee through the drive thru? I can not roll down my window when this happens. So if I get pulled over by a cop and I have to roll down my window and that creature tries to make a run for the inside of my car and I freak out and run leaving my children in the car with the nice cop, it's gonna be all your fault, Spring. Because I've run screaming to save myself before. I'm not proud of that, but it happened. I can't change it.
But that's it. Those are my grievances. I feel better now that I've aired them.The rest of you, I love. I love that every morning I hear woodpeckers going hog wild on trees in my yard. I love that the breeze at night is just crisp enough to make me grab a cardi before stepping outside. I love that windows everywhere are all open, all the time. I love that daylight is abundant and I love dew on the grass. I love to see hundreds of birds, squirrels and chipmunks canvasing our yard every morning for worms and bugs (ok, so I know why, but ugh!). I love that the bats are back at night. I really dig the bats. I love that just a few days ago a tree frog clung to our sliding glass door prepping for the coming storm. And even though it's a tad annoying, it cracks me up that the moths think our 1970's globe lights are the moon. Pretty soon our sliding glass door will be covered in them if we leave the kitchen light on for too long. Silly moths. But mostly I love that my kids can walk barefoot in the cool grass. Or sit down on the ground for some ice cream or play time. I really really love that. We've been cooped up too long.
I love you, Spring. I really do.