Posted by: Hannah | 04/03/2014

now is the winter of our discontent

Thank you all for commenting on Harry’s little blog post. He’s going to read and respond to the comments this afternoon. This is great practice for him – he doesn’t enjoy writing projects in school and we hear a lot of “he’s not working up to his potential” when we get to that section of the report card – so to see him excited about writing is really gratifying. He wants to post! every! day! but I’m thinking longer pieces once a week. 


It’s been a rough few days.

Winter is still here. We had two snow days last week, and another one this week. Another virus is camped out over my house. Michael has a raging sinus infection. George has a bad cough and hasn’t slept more than an hour or so at a stretch in nearly a week, so he’s screamy, tantrumy, and angry all the time. Ron coughs all night. I’ve picked it up too, although I don’t seem to have it as bad (yet). All three little dayhome kids also have colds and Arthur is home sick today after a night of vomiting.


Because it appears that winter is never going to end, ever, I have developed a certain sad fatalism about many things.

I don’t care if we spend too much on Ron’s birthday. If this is the end times, Game of Thrones-style, and summer is not coming for another decade or so, I want him to have a good time first. So he’s getting a party, and cupcakes, and presents, and everything. In the same spirit of why are we destroying our mental health working like dogs all the time if we aren’t going to enjoy it, we signed Harry up for a two-day baseball skills training camp with former Toronto Blue Jays players. And I’m going to Blissdom this fall again even though it’s really just a very expensive sleepover with my friends. Michael’s been muttering about a guys’ weekend in Montreal next winter and we’re talking about a weekend away this fall for our 10th wedding anniversary.


Don’t ask me about eating, or my weight. If I want to eat something, I do, without regard for the calories or later consequences. I wanted to try running this spring so I could get up to 5k and run with Harry, but the shoulders of the road are still packed with icy snow and the road itself isn’t much better. I haven’t gotten out for a walk with the kids in weeks because it just isn’t safe with a stroller and two prone-to-wandering preschoolers in tow.


Our local weatherpeople, presumably because they are tired of finding flaming bags of poo on their doorsteps every morning, have taken to reporting the temperature to the tenth of a degree. Just now, my Twitter feed proclaimed “Current Conditions: 0.2C and mostly cloudy”. Because I am alternately filled with rage and sadness all the time now, this makes me want to reply in ranting fashion, castigating them for their stupid precision. It’s still winter, jerks. Tell me the temperature when we hit double digits.

Yesterday I finally told my Twitter friends that I have sunk back into S.A.D. depression. That I couldn’t make myself get up and prepare dinner. That the cycle for me is so entrenched now I’m not sure the return of the sun will fix it. It goes something like this:

1. Child (any child) does something they shouldn’t.

2. Hannah reacts more strongly than she should. There is yelling.

3. Hannah feels incredibly guilty that she overreacts.

4. Guilt feeds anxiety that Hannah is a bad mother who is damaging her children.

5. Anxious Hannah expresses said anxiety with anger.

6. Repeat.

Immediately, I was overwhelmed with support, and love, and cheesy song links. My friends near and far sent me messages and virtual hugs and sympathy.

Today, I’m still exhausted. We’re all still sick. It snowed last night. But I don’t feel quite as hopeless as I did.

And for that, I thank you.



  1. *HUGS* Sending love. This winter has been hell, and especially so for you guys in the Maritimes.

    • I think it’s payback for all the years of quiet Maritime smugness about our mild winters. Karma, it has bitten us in our frozen, snow-covered asses.

      Thank you. xo

  2. This winter is balls, I say. BALLS. But the expensive sleepover is going to be awesome and honestly, it IS going to be spring sometime. Just getting out and about is going to help, it really will. xoxo

    • The snow in the driveway had become slush by dinnertime! I think I saw the sun trying to come out!

      We’ll get there.

  3. I am familiar with your SPEND ALL THE MONIES phase of SAD because I seem to have entered that stage here as well. The parade of gray days and rain plus a tough March have resulted in my suddenly pulling the trigger on two expensive items in a week and swearing to the Almighty God that next Spring Break the entire family is going somewhere hot and dry even if it costs an outrageous sum because I cannot handle it. In short, I feel you.

    However, I don’t just come to agree, I bring cheer in the form of Buzzkill and GoT:

    • OH MY GOD that Game of Thrones thing! “Robb and Talisa’s quiet countryside wedding” made me weep with laughter.

      I’m comforted to know that I’m not the only one spending money like a drunken sailor on shore leave. We’ll go to the same resort next winter, ‘kay? *fist bump*

  4. I’m sorry I wasn’t on Twitter to pay back all the times you’ve dragged me through a rough patch with cheesy songs and inappropriate humour. I’m just emerging from the depths of SAD myself, and I remember how much harder it was when my kids were little. At least now I can tell them I’m not feeling the best and they get it. Huge hugs, to you AND your husband for allowing the expensive sleepover.

    • Aww, thanks, sister-friend. I’m just starting to see how SAD will be easier to manage when the kids are older – Harry gets it, and he’s been so gentle and kind this month. Even Ron understands a little.

      And yes, Michael is a good good man. I had completely written off Blissdom and he insisted that I should go. I’m lucky. 🙂


    Thank you. That is all.


    BUT! Today was sunny. I saw my NS BFF and walked and walked and walked.

    There is light. It is out there and it is coming for us! 😀

    I am very excited you are going to Blissdom. I want an expensive sleepover!!

  6. I hope you get sunshine soon. If it helps, I’m still in SAD mode too despite the daffodils and cherry blossoms, because short days are still short days.

  7. Just so you don’t think you’re alone….. My husband and I rented a fancy car for a long weekend to try to find spring. We went from Vemont to Virginia. I have no guilt. But coming home was not so pleasant.

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