- Where the crap are all of the misfit mittens? If we lose another mitten, I’m going to stab something. (They’re not in the school’s 3-table-deep lost and found – I’ve checked.)
- I hate the sliminess of using lotion. But it’s either that or a snow storm of dry skin in an itching fit.
- My toes haven’t been warm since September.
- There’s only so many times I can wash my car before I give up – the floor mats are full of salted mud that never really dries, and I can never see in my back-up camera.
- Fresh green grass between your toes. (Smell it?)
- I’m sick of my bodily fluids freezing – no beautiful, accomplished sweat glisten after a run…and my boogars freeze!
- Snow boots – I hate snow boots. Sure they’re cute when your feet are of normal size. But when you wear a size 12, you’re basically trudging around with mini fur-lined barges strapped to your legs.
- I miss grilled food. And drive-way beers while the kids run around sticky and sweaty and happy.
- So much stuff – snow pants, extra shoes, a lighter coat, a scarf, sweatshirts, a hat, and at least one dang mitten. My car is full on the way to school. My laundry baskets are full. My entry way is full.
Stick with in, Midwesterners. January will be over in 465 days.