You are my Sunshine.

Dear Summer,

I am aware that what I am about to ask of you is a bit much, considering that we are still in the month of February.  However, I need some help around here.  The dreary, cold days are starting to make me crazy.  All the jackets, the nasty runny noses, the grass that sticks to our shoes and pants if we walk in it, and my gas bill have pushed me to the limits.  Not to mention that my children don’t get thrown outside to play and frolic in the warm sunshine each day.  Instead, they are stuck inside with me and all of these “boring” toys.  Going to get an ice cream in the middle of the day or making a stop at Sonic during Happy Hour just doesn’t make sense these days either.  

And while my legs could use a month (straight) in the tanning bed and my arms need to lift a dumb bell from time to time to get ready for wearing short sleeves, I am still begging you to arrive early.  Really early.  Help a mom out.  My sanity depends upon it.

Crazy in Woodstock, Ga,


3 thoughts on “You are my Sunshine.

  1. Oh my goodness, I didn’t realize you are in Woodstock!? I was just there last Saturday. I was visiting my sister in law in Acworth, but my mother in law and I stopped in Woodstock to get a few things from Bread Beckers. I would LOVE to come visit you next time I need bread supplies! We can make a beautiful spring playdate/picnic out of it!

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