I know everyone gets excited about the seasons change, but this going from winter to spring is my least favorite change. I certainly always encourage my kids to go out and play, which means I end up with a couple of extra loads of laundry a day. Mud outside, inside, in the vehicles, in between toes. So much mud. When I get disgruntled about the mud, I think of all the things I planned that I hadn't finished over winter and I think about all the things there are to do to get ready for the growing season and I just get overwhelmed. It's annoying how that always happens. A tiny frustration ends up snowballing to a Paul Bunyan sized snowman. I have to tell my brain to stop all this nonsense so I can be present in the here and now, which is quite lovely once the mud isn't filling up my brain.