Winter Cranks

With the latest snow storm (bringing Boston's snow total close to five feet!) a lot of people are talking about how tired they are of the snow.

I'm not tired of the snow. It's beautiful, white, peaceful. What would New England winter's be without the traditional snowy scenery?

However, I am tired of is the following.

I'm tired of salt.
Salt on my car. Salt stains creeping up the bottom of my pants. Salt in my hallway. Salt stains on my boots. Salt in my classroom. Salt on my classroom rug. It's everywhere and I hate looking at it, stepping on it and cleaning up after it.

I'm tired of shoveling.
While I do enjoy a good work out, I'm tired of shoveling out my car. I'm tired that the car next to me doesn't ever shovel out and when the snow gets soft it falls into my spot.

I'm tired of boots
Do you know how exhausting it is to get 32 boots on 16 five year olds?

I'm tired of snow days.
Yeah, yeah, yeah so the poor teacher is complaining about days off. People forget that we make up these days at the end of the school year. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I rather have school now then in June when my classroom is literally 100 degrees and I have 16 sweaty and cranky 6 year olds yearning for their summer to start.

I'm tired of stupid runners.
Not only am I maneuvering around piles of snow and cars parked too far from the curb, I now have the added stress of avoiding avid runners who can't give up their 6 am run. Since they can't handle the dangerous side walks, they've taken to the streets. I don't care if they have a little flashing light or a reflective vest, they shouldn't be running on the side of Greenough Boulevard in the dim light of the morning.

I'm tired of this scene:

I count my blessings that I have an off-street parking spot. I think the plows secretly keep count of how many side view mirrors they hit.