I seem to be the only person in existence who doesn’t have spring fever quite yet. We had snow this week, but I didn’t really mind, although I did prefer the rain which saw March in like a veritable lion. Hoping for springlike weather during this month can only lead to disappointment. I expect winter to have many, many encore performances before we finally turn around one day and discover that it’s summer. Still, I know my own longing for warm weather is lying just under the surface, waiting to bubble forward at something like a Disneyland commercial. (I may have cried when I heard Thunder Mountain’s track noise & whistle on the Food Network the other day. Or I may not have.)

I do, however, appreciate the longer daylight hours, and I’m starting to experience my usual season-change-restlessness. March is the month where I “switch over” everything to spring/summer stuff – my bedding, my doormat, the flowers on my table, etc. But right now, it feels like I can’t escape the clutter. Our washing machine is still broken (waiting on a part, and a rescheduled service call TEN days from now) and laundry is exploding from every seam of my bedroom. I have three hampers plus three laundry baskets full, and now we’re starting piles on the floor. It’s nagging me and I feel like I can’t start or finish any other project without resolving this.

I’ve been doing a bit of online shopping, because if you can’t wash clothes and you’ve paid off your credit card bill with your tax refund, the proper thing to do is buy more clothes on the credit card bill. And we know that shopping is my indulgence. I haven’t shopped for Andrew’s summer wardrobe yet and I’m practically foaming at the mouth. (Okay, I may have bought him some swim shorts. Or maybe two pairs.)

This weekend is bathroom-cleaning weekend (my least favorite household chore) and it has also morphed into take-bunches-of-clothes-to-my-mom’s-house-for-laundering weekend as well. If only I had a stream and a few rocks nearby…