on Mar 17, 2007
On Tuesday my kids were outside in swimsuits, spraying each other with the hose. By Friday morning we were knee-deep in new snow.
It’s like taking a beating in the playground. The pummeling stops, and you uncurl from the fetal position and start to wipe the snotty tears off your face when suddenly the kicking begins anew. He was just waiting for you to uncurl.
March is such a bastard.