There’s nothing like the presence of daffodils and white flowering trees to signify spring is here.
Also, those white flower trees? They smell weird. And they make me sneeze. But that’s alright, because I’ll take it over heavy winter coats and icy roads any day. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I was done with winter back in December.
We took Jane to the park this weekend. She was thrilled. She ran around with colored hair extensions and a yellow tutu and reenacted all the scenes from Frozen. She even held up her hand and said, “No, leave me alone” when I tried to play with her.
Apparently, when you’re pretending the slide complex is your own personal castle, and you’re Ana trying to save Elsa, and you’re yelling “conceal don’t feel” over and over, the presence of your parents is quite the playtime buzz kill.
Sidenote: If I have to hear Let It Go one more time my ears will never stop bleeding. Please Idina Menzel… go away. Just for a little while so my ear drums can heal.
Jane turns three soon.
I’m working on a new book, which means I spend a lot of time staring at the ceiling. And asking my mom and sisters questions like, “What’s another word for filet? Not like the noun, but the verb?”
We’ve fended off the stomach flu twice in two months.
I discovered that my hips are the perfect size to get stuck on the kid slide at Jane’s park. I also discovered that I could care less and ate a huge steak that very night.
We paid a visit to my college alma mater, where I wandered around the campus remembering what it was like to be 19. For me it meant feeling confused most of the time and bad judgement resulting in bleach and blonde hair. Thankfully that ended quickly. It’s like the t-shirt says. Brunettes: someone has to be smart.
So that’s my spring update. No European vacations or fancy-ness. Just bleeding ears while the dulcet tunes of Let It Go permeate the air in our home yet again, for the fifty billionth time.
Thanks a lot Disney.
Now I’m off to reattach the rainbow hair extensions on Jane’s hair before she leaves for daycare. Because as she puts it, “I need my long hair, I really NEED it Mom.”
One thought on “Let It Go. Go Away.”
And in the worst news ever department: there will be a Frozen 2. Officially. Disney is no longer my friend. (And I don’t even have kids.)