I tried, really hard.
I've been daydreaming and making lots of plans. I've been l0oking into all the fun things that we can do this summer, all the opportunities we'll have. "It'll be different this year," I promised myself. But it's no use.
Two miserably humid days into summer. . . And ten mosquito bites on my poor itchy baby later. . . and it's official:
I hate you Kansas.