Combating the Crazies A La Jill

OK, winter of 2011-2012.  I am pretty much freaking done with you.  After seven cases of stomach flu, three ear infections, one case of croup, five or six vanilla colds, and two mystery coughs, you would think I've had my quota.  But rounding out this week with a broken arm and now PVT's bronchitis? 

That's enough, thank you.  And we're actually lucky!  All eminently treatable stuff!  No one hospitalized or anything awful like that! 

But having a vivid imagination takes its toll on my sanity:  I think that every cough is the onset of pneumonia; every booger signals RSV; every tummy ache foretells a hospital stay for severe dehydration.  Yes, I am nuts.

I don't remember dreading winter until I had children.  Now the coming of spring is second only to the Second Coming. 

To hasten the onset of spring I am dreaming of this huge, lovely bag:

Wouldn't that be lovely to tote around this spring?  And to bring for my stay at the Spa St. Francis? 

And girls' Easter dresses:

Gosh, it seems like cheating to drool over all this springy fare when Lent has hardly just begun.  My flesh AND my eyes are weak, I guess - but I need something FUN to think about.  Much better than thinking about all the possible maladies that could still crop up in March.