Ok, I give up

I'm done, I quit, I need help. Maybe there is a twelve step program, but I've hit rock bottom. If only I could see it through the snow!

I'm so very done!

Done with the shovel, done with the salt, done with my pant legs looking like I attempted to acid wash just the back ankles. I'm done with 3 hour long drives home where all the plows forgot to actually lower the plow! I'm done with leaving work early to be sure and save the aforementioned 3 hours to pick up Emmett from daycare.

I'm done with snow days, and snow boots, I'm done with weather forcasts which promise a 'dusting' of snow. Excuse me, but since when did a 'dusting' mean 6 inches!?!? I'm done with my windshield wipers freezing over. I'm done with my fingers freezing over! I'm done having a great hair day ruined by the need for a hat! I'm done making snow people, I'm done with snowball fights. I'm done with the plow covering my driveway 10 minutes after I just finished shoveling it. I'm done with the 5 ft piles of snow outside my house, and I'm done reliving the blizzard of my wedding!

So, I'm done. I quit - I'd like to sign up for the warm-weather-recovery program. I'd like to request a room with a view of a beach & palm trees, something sunny, maybe above 50 degrees (yes, I'd even take 50 degrees!). I'm done liking the Midwest.

That's just it, we're the Midwest - ya see we don't have the mountains of the west to really enjoy snow. I don't ski (probably kill myself), I don't snowboard (even more dangerous with my ungraceful talents!). We're simply the Midwest, where we get to enjoy snow, sleet, slush, tornados in January, thunderstorms, floods, throw in the dreaded New Madrid earthquake which has been predicted for years, and you too would love it here!

I'm sure next fall when the leaves turn brillant shades of orange, I'll love my good ole Midwest again - but for today...

I QUIT!