If I could edit the calendar, the two months I’d do away with are August and February.
August, as I’ve groused about before, isn’t a great month. The summer has really overstayed its welcome by then. The kids are getting antsy because the days of endless leisure have started to lose their appeal. They are ready for new challenges by August but don’t want to say that out loud yet because we might give them new challenges.
But I could be OK with August if we could just get rid of February. Winter, particularly this alternately blizzardy and bitterly cold winter, has overstayed its welcome. Sledding grows ever less fun when it has become the only thing you can do outside — and even then you can only be out there for 30 minutes at a time lest your nose freeze right off.
The eldest child is particularly sensitive to cold. I have my suspicions that she imprinted on one of our cats early in her life and models her behavior after them.
Once the temperature drops below 50, the Tween moves onto the heating vent in the kitchen, which makes everyday chores like cooking dinner tedious because she’s right in front of the pantry and needs to be asked to move every 30 seconds. She’ll bring a book or her Kindle and spend hours on the vent; frequently, she also has a blanket over her.
Once winter really gets going and we deign to turn it on, she’s parked inches from the pellet stove. This winter, she commandeered a spare office chair to put right in front of the stove so that she can better soak up its fiery goodness.
For the first few weeks of this, I made her put her throne back where it came from every night. She wore me down, though. And, now, in February, I no longer care that all of that heat is being absorbed by one member of the household who is always basking in front of it.