This week I took all the snow pants, coats, gloves, scarves, neck warmers, hats, and other various winter paraphernalia out of my kitchen. It looks nice in there now without a giant clothes rack covered in wet clothes dripping dirty water onto my floor.
I washed all the washable snow gear. And I packed it up and put it away into the ginormous hockey bag where we store all that stuff. The bag is now tucked safely into the spare closet in my bedroom where it will sit until next year (or until we move).
(So it will probably snow at least once more in D.C. this year. Sorry. I just couldn’t take the mess anymore and it was 62 degrees outside.)
I have loved this winter, I cannot lie. Matt and I skied together for the first time and the kid learned to ski and they loved it. They just rocked it. We got to play in 2′ of snow with our Massachusetts cousins and see my nephew in his first play and then we got a few good snowstorms in D.C. too. Unlike last winter (which SUCKED), we did not spend the entire span of Thanksgiving to Spring Break with at least one sick person in our family at all times. Although Matt did get shingles, it was the mildest case I’ve ever heard of, so all that happened was that he was home for the kids’ whole winter break. We ice skated in NYC and D.C. at cool outdoor skating rinks and saw our California cousins too. We went to the Train Show in New York and had a great weekend there with great friends. We had a New Years Eve get-together with some of our neighborhood peeps. I have just loved so much about the last few months.
And now spring is coming and the kids are back in sports and we will have an insanely busy few months just FULL of sports practices and games and crazy schedules. And no matter how much I’ve loved this winter, I can’t wait for spring.
Packing up the clothes made me a little sad: such a stark symbol of the end of a season of fun. But then yesterday the kids were out in the yard, which is still covered in snow, wearing shorts and t-shirts and riding bikes and skateboards up and down the driveway and I all I could do was smile.