I know that some of the country seems to be buried in snow right now but here in the Central Valley, we're experiencing this faux Spring that happens every year about this time. Every year it confuses the birds and the trees and the flowers. And every year it makes me take a step back and examine exactly how much I yell at my kids and for my kids. Why now, during the faux Spring, you may ask?
This means it's open-your-windows-and-let-the-nice-breeze-come-in weather. It's also the now-the-neighbors-can-hear-what-a-crazy-bitchy-yelling-mom-you-are weather.