We live outside Chicago. We used to live IN Chicago. The heart of downtown actually. But children changed that. The midwest has not been spared this winter. Chicago in particular has not been spared. We have been getting snow since before Thanksgiving. Our days of negative temperatures are well into the double digits.

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I am sick of it. We all are. I can at least speak for my family and say that it has to end. It is March. We are so so cold. Two years ago, in March, it was in the 80’s and I had Jack in his baby pool outside in our yard! How I long for those days. We have gotten around 70 inches of snow total. That is too much for me.

I have been daydreaming about our firepit. Roasting marshmallows and having s’mores. Prego wants a damn s’more! Jack said to me the other day on our way into the store, “Mommy I don’t like the cold. I want it to be warm. I want to play soccer outside.” Me too little man, me too. We had nightly post dinner soccer games in our backyard. It was so much fun. I miss it. I want to go to the park. Have a lunch picnic. I want to go to the Farmer’s Market on Friday afternoons. Jack and I getting our kettle corn and heading to the park to play before we head home to make dinner and relax.

I want warmth. I want sunshine on my face. Today I moved our laundry room door’s blind aside to check for a package. The sun was beaming in. It hit my face. It felt hot! I actually stood there for a moment, closed my eyes, and let the sun roast my cheeks. I wished there wasn’t a door between us.

I wish for summer.

I will let Olaf finish up this post for me.

“And I’ll be doing whatever snow does in summer. A drink in my hand, my snow up against the burning sand. Probably getting gorgeously tanned in summer.”

Frozen has all the answers.