Spring is beautiful. The weather warms up. Everything thaws out from the hard winter freezes and turns green. The flowers bloom. The birds are happily chirping away. It paints a pretty picture in your mind, no? I hate it.
I feel a little Grinchy saying that, but it’s true. Bah humbug. Maybe you should just call me the Mrs. Scrooge of the World’s Most-Loved Season. Before you start trying to get those happy chirpy birds to dive-bomb me, let me defend myself first. This is why I hate spring.
All those pretty flowers that are blooming, and trees and grasses that are growing only mean one thing to me: pollen. Yellow stuff everywhere! The world doesn’t get all green and pretty; it gets yellow and gross because it’s covered in pollen. How many times do you have to wash your car because it isn’t its original color anymore? Have you tried to sit in a chair that’s been outside for five minutes? And who can breathe in that? Sneezeville City.
As the world of nature awakens from it’s winter snooze, keep in mind that also includes bugs. Mosquitos, wasps, bees, and spiders. I can’t take the dogs outside without getting eaten alive by mosquitos while dodging flying-stinging-things and walking through invisible spider webs. Just take a minute and picture that.
The never-ending rain. My son just knows it’s finally warm enough outside to play, and then the rain comes. And it seems to rain for days on end here. When it finally stops the ground is so saturated that everything turns into a mud pit. During the short break between rains, there’s just enough time for the mud to dry out and have one good day to play (if you can get past the bugs and pollen) before it starts raining again. Try explaining that to a three-year-old, over and over and over. After it rained for a week straight I had to get creative and make up some rainy day activities so we wouldn’t go bonkers from cabin fever.
In case you didn’t know, we live in Arkansas. During the spring it seems like with every storm that rolls through, we get a tornado watch. I’ll be honest here, one of my biggest fears is a tornado swooping down and destroying my house and my family. So I literally have to face my fears every single week (sometimes several days in a row, depending on how bad the storm is), and somehow keep the panic on the inside to keep the kids happy. Momma can’t curl up in a terrified ball during every bad storm. And so many of them roll through at night. Those are the worst. If we have a tornado watch, I take that to be Momma Watch. I get zero sleep. Even though there’s not much that can be done, I want to be awake and watch over my family. If the watch gets escalated to a warning, I want to be awake and ready. Besides, thanks to our dog, I wouldn’t be getting any sleep anyway. He’s terrified of thunder, so I’ve woken up countless times to a shivering Shih Tzu standing on my chest at 2 a.m. Every storm that passes over us induces so much panic, adrenaline (and not the good kind), and fear that I’m left exhausted. Then we go through it again a few days later.
I feel like the only person in the world that hates spring. I’ll take those days in the middle of summer with 100+ degree temperatures. I love the leaves changing colors in the fall. I’ll even take the days where the temperature doesn’t get above freezing in the winter, because I’ve got cozy sweaters, hot cocoa, and a fire place. But Spring? Oh hell no.
So while you’re enjoying your beautiful sunshine-filled warm days, spending time outside smelling the flowers, and listening to those happy chirpy little birds, just send some positive thoughts my way. I’ll be over here sneezing, washing yellow off of everything, while dodging bugs and tornados.