I used to love winter. I love being cold and snuggling up with feather blankets, wearing down vests and cute sweaters, hot chocolate, wood fires and my birthday is in December, so what's not to love about winter?
Bring on the babies and winter now involves at least 20 minutes of dressing kids. Seriously, that's not even to go out and play in the snow, that's just to casually leave the house. Jackets, gloves, hats, boots.... they hate wearing all of that and now that my 2 year old has figured out how to unzip, I have to put his jacket on him at least twice before leaving the house. Not to mention that, without fail, he will strip his boots and socks off as soon as we get into the van. So I have to freeze my butt off redressing him. Every. Single. Time. And seriously, have you ever tried to get booted feet out of the little holes in the shopping cart seat? I have to put my purse down to wrench his little legs out while twisting his body... he cries every time and people always look at me like I'm abusing my child. So, yeah, I hate winter. What a pain in the ass.