Hey. It's me.
But ready or not, here you come.
March, I'm warning you. I am not ready for you. I don't want you. I'm not happy to be in you. I wish I could close my eyes, hold my breath, count to 10, and be through you.
But I have put on my big girl pants today.
And I will enjoy you on the days that celebrate the birth of some of my favorite people. But other than those days...and maybe an occasional Saturday when I can love on my family...I will wish you to be over.
I may even spend March blogging about February since that didn't seem to happen last month.
And maybe it will distract me for a while.
So, March, sorry it has to be this way. I'm sure one day you will understand. I think all the Irish love you, so you won't miss me too much.