What's a couple more weeks?

I never understood this whole Punxsutawney Phil thing. He saw his shadow this morning, six more weeks of winter. Big deal. When have we ever known winter to end sooner than mid-March around here? (I suppose Brian could answer that better than me). We all know we get a huge blizzard for St. Patrick's Day, and half the time it's snowing on Easter. So why get our panties in a twist over 6 more weeks? Now, if the groundhog said 12 more weeks, I'd have to get pissy.

I've been shortsighted this week, and my lack of patience has gotten me into trouble. My last post complained about Evan's horrible behavior, and how irritated I was. It turns out he probably wasn't feeling well that day, because by that evening he had developed a runny nose and a cough. Nothing serious, but I'm sure it's what made him so cranky.

And then I feel badly--I know how much I need a little sympathy when I'm not feeling well, and I didn't give Evan the same. His communication skills are still not the best, and if he can't tell me he's sick and I can't guess, we fall into this pattern of him getting out of hand and me getting angry. I need to remember this, because it's one of my greatest faults as a wife and mother. I have to give everyone else the same consideration they give me, and I need to keep working on being patient. It's hard when there's someone screaming on the floor at your feet though, I will say that.

We're gearing up for the Super Bowl this weekend, and it's pretty exciting. Evan has been really into football this year, and he's already got his Steelers shirt set out to wear Sunday. I've got mine too, even though it is a little tight in places! And the Terrible Towel is ready too--Ev can even say "terrible towel", which is almost as impressive as the Steelers playoff run. Almost.