Parenting during winter is hard.
Actually the bit before Christmas is fine – what with all the twinkliness and warm fuzzy feels – but January and February feel never-ending. The weather, the darkness and the illnesses all conspire to make the first couple of months of the year feel longer than the rest of the year put together. I like to think of myself as a positive person, but there are only so many times I can muster any sort of excitement about a muddy welly walk or an afternoon crafting session. It’s also blinking expensive – totting up the amount of money you spend on soft play during the winter is enough to make any optimist weep.
I know there’ll be many people who claim that winter is just their ‘most favourite time of the year’, what with all the snuggles in front a film, afternoons spent baking and hours playing Lego. I hear you. In fact, I’m with you for the first week or so. But let’s face it, these winter activities look a lot better on Instagram than in real life. For example, my daughter is awake, on average, thirteen hours a day. A film lasts two hours max. That’s still eleven hours to fill. Baking in real life is basically just a battle to stop your child consuming the entire cake mix raw and Lego with a baby, who has just learnt to crawl, is not really an option – unless you enjoy spending your day on your hands and knees picking up tiny bits of plastic.
It’s not all bad though
I’m lucky enough to live by the beach so at least I get a free sand blast exfoliation treatment every time I step outside when there’s a strong wind blowing (fyi there is always a strong wind blowing). I’m 33 but – thanks to this daily facial – I have the skin of a chronically sleep-deprived 32 and 3/4 year old.
So anyway, as you can tell, I’m ready for winter to be over. I cannot wait for the mornings and evenings to be lighter (although that does mean the kids going to bed later and wakening up earlier), picnics in the park (as long as I can keep the wasps at bay) and days spent on the beach (with every other family who lives in a 30-mile radius). Actually maybe parenting in summer isn’t any easier, but at least I get to do it in flip flops and you know what that means, don’t you? No spending time finding matching socks.