Is it Spring yet?

Spring officially starts this Friday and I am hoping that it will put a spring in all our steps as well. Aside from Spring Break, we have all been battling colds and winter sickness. Winter sickness roughly translates to "Sick of Winter!" One day it's warm and in the 70s, then the next day it's sleeting. No thanks! We want spring. Erin has been sick with one thing, then with another. We've been to the doc's every week for something or other. We are currently on a new antibiotic (a ten day one; not a convenient z-pack) that causes constant diarrhea. So we are eating constant yogurt. I don't think Erin will touch yogurt again after we finish these meds. She will probably ever correlate yogurt with sickness, the way others think of ginger ale, or Gatorade or chicken soup. Have I mentioned this year that my family is strange and no one cares for soup?
Or meatloaf?
Or sloppy joes?
Or potatoes?? No, I'm serious. Baked potatoes are okay sometimes. Mashed potatoes every once in a while. Potatoes in an au gratin or in a stew? Ewwww! All that's left in the pot is gravy and potatoes. There is no rhyme or reason to this behavior, but it has spread to the children. Anyone with an antidote must contact us immediately and save us from this abnormal half-life.
I need to think about something else before this starts to resemble the plot of a L'Engle book.
(Please don't force me to explain that L'Engle wrote A Wrinkle in Time and other strangely provocative books.)
Back to my reality. Last Friday started our Spring Break. By Saturday afternoon, I was pulling my hair out.
Due to Erin's recovery, we stayed home from church, but God rescued me somewhat by sending Girric over to play for a bit in the afternoon. Then Girric had to go home. And the chaos resumed. The week is looming before me like the beginning of of a new rollercoaster. You know that sooner or later it will end, but how many times will you be turned upside down, or toss your cookies, or lose your shoes, car keys, sanity, before it's finally over? It may even be fun, or have a great view, but sheeeesh, the screaming.
Oh, speaking of screaming, my sister Vicky is going to be hearing a lot of it. She just had her baby on Thursday. Happy Birthday to Aislynn Bronx. :)