Soap in my mouth....blah!

'Hate' is one of those words that I try to teach my children to use wisely. I try to give them many other options like, for example, " My brother is driving me crazy so I am going upstairs for some alone time" or "I don't care for these pants because the button is too hard to fasten and I prefer snap closure so I don't pee myself ".... okay that is a bit much but you get the drift. It doesn't sound too polite when you hear some 4 year old rant about how he 'hates soggy cereal', 'hates the crusty boogers that get stuck up his nose', 'hate the way his Lego creations keep falling apart', 'hate how it is too windy outside', and on and on it could go. My kids are very good at "using their words" and they try to describe how they feel instead of just muttering a 'hate' phrase.

So all of this rambling gets me to why HATE came up in the first place.

I HATE WINTER!!!

There is not one thing that I like about it. I don't care for the constant chill I have in my back. I don't appreciate having to dress in 4 layers of clothing and having to start the vehicle 10 minutes before I want to go to the store for milk. The sound of my chapped hands touching my cozy yoga pants is as bad as finger nails on a chalkboard. I find it a hassle to have to remember each and every school day ' Does Alex have his ski pants, toque, gloves, and should I attach the shitty ass hood that snaps half ass to his winter parka.... and should he have a sweatshirt on under his jacket, what is the wind chill, should I wrap a scarf around his head four times? And is the damn bus going to even run today?". I don't enjoy walking or jogging or snowmobiling or snow shoeing or dog sledding. I have zero desire to ice fish or snowboard or ski. I don't even really feel good about making a snow angel in a fresh blanket of snow because I know that when I stand up there will be a little bit of snow that falls down the back of my neck and runs down my shirt... ruining the entire experience. I find it insane that we paid $240.91 in the month of December to heat our home during the longest cold snap in over 50 years. I am about to go squirrely!!
And don't get me started on all the people who have just returned from their hot winter vacation down south near the equator. Even worse are the people who got in on some smokin' deal and are getting ready to escape in the next few weeks. I would rather not know about it.... thank you and have a pleasant holiday.
The bitterness of this cold weather is taking its toll on my perspective... I am usually pretty cosure about the extreme temps. I laugh at those stories about how ignorant foreigners think that Canadians plug in their igloos. Like really.... it's not that bad!! Yes it is... and I don't like it one bit.
So I am sorry, children, for using the very word that I don't want you to use. Spring will come..it always does.