Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Forget Spring Butterflies and Pretty Flowers. All I Want is Green Grass.

I was looking at my yard this afternoon and among the dreadfully yellow-brown landscape I saw little sprigs of new growth in shades of green that have not been seen in many months.  Ah, spring is on its way.  And with it will come a little bit of hope and relief for me.

Not because there are bright, sunny days with rising temperatures coming in the near future.  It is definitely not that because I am a self-proclaimed heat wimp.  The thought of warmer temperatures makes me feel a little bit cranky.  Actual warm temperatures turn me into a crotchety old lady with nothing to do but whine and complain about heat and sweating and ridiculously high utility bills.  And temperatures that are actually in the range of hot make me pissed off.  They make the words “bite me” fly much more frequently from my face because, when it is hot, I am not a very pleasant person. 

No, the thing about spring that I look forward to all winter has nothing to do with the weather or the beautiful days.  It is the return of green grass that I anxiously await through all the gloriously cool days of winter.  It is green, healthy, non-dormant grass that does not stick to every square inch of my boys’ clothes and shoes that I look forward to.  It is floors that are not littered with the evidence of every moment they spend rolling in the yard playing football or tag, or their favorite game – Let’s Get as Much Grass on Us as We Can and Track it in the House.  I have never learned the rules of this game, but I am pretty sure that points are awarded based on: square footage covered, number of deep sighs made by mom, and how close they can get me to using an actual swear word in their presence.   

Yeah, that particular game drives me insane.  But my boys are really, really good at it.  And who am I to squash their talents?  I do wonder why one of them can't discover a hidden talent for vacuuming, though. 

I do not suffer from the winter depression that some people claim is a thing.  I do not feel lethargic or act lazy during the winter months.  On the contrary, I actually accomplish much more when the weather is nasty or cold.  I do not desire afternoons lying cozily wrapped in many blankets with a lovely fire crackling in the fireplace.  Instead I accomplish all of the tasks that I was just too hot for during other times of year.  Spring cleaning is for other people; I am all about the winter cleaning.  And winter crafts.  And winter re-arrangement of every piece of furniture in my home. 

What I do suffer from, however, is the condition of being a mother of four young boys.  And because I am who I am I also suffer from the anxiety that happens when I live in a constant state of I-need-to-vacuum.  In this house reside one adult, four young boys, and three cats.  At any given moment there is a real need for vacuuming.  So, I vacuum all the time.   

I hate that stupid, ugly, yellow, sticky, and ever-present winter grass that can be found all over the place and does not blend in like regular dirt.  Plain dirt can be overlooked because it is brown.  My floors are mostly brown and I can get away with ignoring it for a spell.  Dead, yellow grass cannot be overlooked.  It mocks me from the floor, taunting me with cruel reminders of how quickly and prolifically it can re-spawn.  It makes me feel manic, and much like a dog pointlessly chasing its tail, the only difference is it is me chasing little shreds of ugly foliage with a vacuum wand. 

And I know what thoughts are probably going through your head right now.  It is just some stupid grass.  Sweep it up and move on.  It is just grass on the floor, just leave it there; it won’t kill you to not vacuum it up for a day or two.


And if these are the types of thoughts that you are thinking I have four boys who would love to come to your house and teach you a new game.  You guys play and have a good time for a few weeks while I sit here and look longingly at tiny sprigs of green grass through the window of my clean house.       

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