Mom's turn to get down 'n dirty: Mud Bath Season!
Finally. FINALLY. I've lived here for almost two decades, and finally I have found out what the secret is to the mysteriously happy, glowing ladies I spy every spring. I mean, it's Mud Season for goodness sake - at this point of the year I am pasty-white, anemic, and damn cranky from lack of warmer summer rays . I always assumed these serene women must be the Adirondack equivalent to the Stepford wives - blissfully unaware that they have entered the post-skiing/pre-hiking-biking-boating/what-do-I-do-today season. The Muddy Background Info Let's take a moment to set up how this adventure came about... It's spring break, my son has had no school for two weeks, and I'm working from home trying to decide which Mud Season activity to highlight. Oliver is lamenting (and by lamenting I mean repeating over-and-over-and-over as 5-year-olds are wont to do) the fact that I won't take him out to ride his bike. Now, in my defense, this is his brand-new Christmas bike, bigge...