Signs of Spring...

Everywhere I look, I am seeing signs of spring.  Nothing makes me happier.  Birds are chirping, grass is beginning to turn green, and the boys found their first earthworm in the back yard.

 Life is good.

But it's not the warmer weather, the increasing hours of daylight, or even the budding trees outside my kitchen window that tell me the seasons are changing.  It's the reoccurring search I lead, day after day, to find my children pants that don't look like this....

Or like this....

If the jeans, cords, slacks, and sweats in this house could talk, I think they would utter something like this....

"Oh please, oh please...not one more day.  For months we've put up with you sliding across the kitchen floor, being thrown to the ground during a wrestling match, and being unfairly tackled during a game of flag football.  You've used and abused us for far too long.  Our penance is done.  Let us go in peace."

To the pants throughout this house, I would reply....

"Yes, you have done your time.  Not only do you look like you have suffered, you are now rising above my boys' ankles, making them look as if they are awaiting a flood....a deep flood.  However, you must bear with me for a few more weeks.  Although the last three days have been unusually warm, snow is yet in our forecast.  Hang tough for the remainder of the season and I promise to give you a proper burial when the time comes.
PS-You should be thankful I don't know how to sew.  I'd slap a knee patch on you and make you work overtime.  Count your blessings.

Love,