If the actual meaning of the phrase "March comes in like a Lion" is "the beginning of March sucks" then yes, it is quite accurate.
I've given up the daily picture nonsense. I stopped posting because we had the week from hell at home, and now that things are better I just don't care to continue.
Where to start.
Last Tuesday-Wednesday: Little sister got the stomach bug that's going around.
Friday morning: Mother gets the stomach bug, passes out, hits her head, stitches, bruising, ER visit, etc.
Friday afternoon: I get the call about above morning, asking if I'll come home to help take care of dogs/wood stove/etc.
I leave in the beginning of rush hour, it takes me almost 6 hours to make a 4 hour trip. It was 60 and raining when I left here, and I was greeted at home, at 9.30 at night, with a foot of snow in the driveway in which my car proceeded to get stuck. Half in the driveway, half in the road. Thankfully a neighbor drove by and he ended up pushing my car into the driveway with his.
Saturday: spent the morning clearing the driveway of snow with a shovel. It's LOADS of fun. Ran some errands.
Saturday Afternoon/Evening: In the middle of filling the wood stove, I step on a huge nail- I end up in the ER for a tetanus booster and antibiotics. Lovely.
Sunday: Resting the foot, but it's the left one so I'm prepared to drive back to Phila Monday morning.
Sunday Night: About 11pm, I get the stomach bug. Literally spend the night on the bathroom floor. Most horrific bug I have ever had.
Wednesday: Finally made it back here, battered and tired.
About five minutes ago: Boyfriend walks through, tells me he thinks he may have picked up the bug, even though I was 36 hours clear of symptoms when I came home.