I can tell because everyone in my house has a cold.
Or allergies, hard to say which. Allergy meds aren’t helping that much, so I’m leaning toward the former. But either way, we’ve gone through tissues at a rate of 2 boxes per day since last week.
It’s late, but finally things are blooming. They say it’s going to be a really bad allergy spring, because with the late bloom, basically everything is bursting to life at once. No gradual transition for us this year. At least it will be pretty though.
This week my kids have Spring Break, and so far they’ve been outside more hours than they’ve been inside. Colds be damned–they just wipe their noses on their sleeves and keep on going. It’s gross, yes, but it’s better than them all coming in the house every four seconds to get a tissue.
And I’m definitely moving into oh-no-the-yard-looks-like-crap-and-is-a-giant-mud-pit-we-have-to-fix-it-all-right-now mode. Matt loves that mode.
I’m planning my yard projects, getting my budget figured out, and making my Lowes trip today and tomorrow. And then, I’ll dig/mulch/weed/edge/plant/transplant like a mad woman and make the kids help me, because what else is Spring Break for?
It feels good to get my hands dirty and be out in the sun. (Don’t try to remind me I said that when it’s 102 degrees and 99% humidity in July. I’ll be inside in the A/C with the fan on, so I won’t hear you.)