Hurricanes are what happens when a toddler/preschooler discovers how to turn the shower on and move the shower curtain around to maximize the experience of water in every which way.
I have discovered which natural disaster to compare my winters to...avalanches. How appropiate! There is the influx of STUFF! during the holidays. The weather is not suitable for garage sales, so the back corner of the basement begins to fill faster than rabbits or mice have babies. There's the extra shopping and doing and activities. I find myself wishing Passover, also included the pass-over of flu season and was celebrated during the winter. The laundry... it quadruples, due to all the extra layers needed to stay warm. Then there is the cabin fever. You encourage the natives to be quiet because with the mounds of laundry and garage sale stuff for spring, the slightest shockwave from rowdy children could cause a mountain to begin to topple. And then, it happens, your ever so comfortable home is full. Full of love, full of people and the cabin fever begins to affect dad. The roar of a dad is more than any home can take and the avalanche begins with the simple statement...."I've scheduled an appointment with a realtor to go look at a house." The mom, can't help, but duck and take cover cause here comes the avalanche..... He should have known better!
