It’s finally warm in Chicago. Did you hear what I said? It’s JUNE, and it’s finally warm in Chicago.
God, this past winter was hard. I’m not even going to call February February anymore. Any time I refer to February, it’s going to be prefaced with “dogshit.” Let’s say our months, kids: January, Dogshit February, March, April… And I’m even only talking about February because it’s just now feeling like not-winter. Honestly, Chicago, you are cruel.
But we’ve turned a corner! The sun is shining, the temps are up, and warmer me is a lot happier. (Seasonal Affective Disorder, anyone?!) I am filled with joy now that we can all be outside in the sun, yay! (Though I will say that it is kind of hard to enjoy something when you’re telling yourself to enjoy it because IT CAN’T LAST, it won’t last. How do you Midwesterners do this?!)
Actually, the thing that has really blown my mind, is that I’ve discovered I’m not the only one–not by a long shot. As the weather warms up, The Moms have bubbled to the surface, and now I’m hearing their crazy winter stories–that sound a lot like my crazy winter story–about how they are losing their shit and can’t take it anymore and wow taking care of all these adorable demon children whilst being trapped in a house is really, really hard.
I used to wonder why Grandma had to drink so much and why Other Grandma had to have electric shock therapy and why Other Other Grandma had to check herself into a mental hospital for a few weeks after that last baby. Well, I get it now, ladies. I get it, and I’m sorry. I just pray to God that all of this gets better once my kids get older and more independent, when they finally learn to squeeze toothpaste on their toothbrushes instead of the floor, and not fall off the dining room table, and flush their own poops for once, FOR ONCE!!! I mean, it has to get easier, right? Right?
Anyway, moving on to to more relevant topics… May was a decent month for reading. Since my kids and I have (obviously) been getting out more, I find I have less time to bunker down with my books. My pace has slowed a little, but I think I’m okay with that. So let’s see. We’ve got:
- Sweetbitter – She falls for an aloof bartender named Jake. That’s all you need to know.
- Hiding from Myself – Crazy powerful, but way too long.
- Before the Fall – Fun little mystery with a slightly disappointing ending.
- The One That Got Away – Predictable, but still entertaining.
- Anatomy of a Soldier – I still think about this one. Yeesh. Gut-wrenching.
- Shrill – Man, Lindy West gets shit-talked on the internet more than anyone I’ve ever seen. It’s insane.
- I Almost Forgot About You – Moments of insight surrounded by a whole lot of meh.
- 32 Yolks – One of the best books I’ve read this year. I’m in love with Eric Ripert.
Now that I write it all out, I guess that isn’t a bad roundup, after all. 32 Yolks was my favorite, by far. God, what a great book.
June should be a pretty good month, too. I’m currently reading First Comes Love, by Emily Giffin. I know it’s “chick lit,” but it’s partly about a stressed out mother, so, naturally, I’m lapping it up like water. I’ve also got Grunt, The Fatherless-Daughter Project, The Invoice, and The Blue Bath coming up. I’m hoping those turn out to be interesting. We shall see.
So my fingers are crossed that June brings lots of goodness. And outside time. And deep breathing. And fun with grownups. And, yes, maybe some good books, too.