Jami Finds a Kindred Spirit

Yesterday, at my son's preschool I mention to another parent that I can't believe it's April, and about to snow (by the time I write this, of course, it has snowed - grrrr!) Sunday we played outside in shorts and today I'm cleaning off my car in full winter regalia. It's not right. It's not fair. the other parent nodded absently and said something along the lines of "Umm, yeah. This weather is yucky." Yucky?? That's the best you can do? That doesn't begin to cover it; this snow in what is supposed to be Spring is an outrage! A travesty! A heartbreaking outpouring of white evil from above. I groused to myself as we drove home - does no one understand how awful this is? And then, as Eddie and I left our house at dinner time to retrieve the Husband from work - in the midst of this horrid disaster, my neighbor emerged from her house. "Do you like the snow, Eddie?" She asked in a polite grown-up-talking-to-a-toddler voice "NO!" shouted Eddie, either because he had been made to wear his winter coat instead of beloved orange jacket, or because he heard mommy complaining. "Me neither!!" replied the neighbor, "I am so tired of this snow! I hate the cold! It's supposed to be Spring!" And I heard in her voice the same weary anger one can hear in my own. "Exactly!" I cried, glad to have company in my misery. "And there's nothing we can do about it - no one you can call up to protest!" "Right! No one you can even be mad at!" She responded. So we bonded, a bit more, over finding someone else who understands that snow in April isn't just yucky. It's just wrong.