Winter, will it ever end?

I want to know what it is about winter that makes the writer in me want to hibernate? Is it the dark cloudy days? The cold rainy nights? It shouldn't be. I'm writing dark historicals at the moment so you would think winter would help me get in the zone. Nup. Maybe it's that I changed jobs earlier this year as well as dealing with kindy drop offs and a three year old who wants to ask me every five minutes if we can pick up her sister? Whatever it was, with the emergence of the sun, I'm hoping to get my WIP finshed and start on the story that came to me in the middle of traffic the other day. I pulled off to the side of the road to jot it all down only to find that of the hundreds of pens I came home with from the conference, not one made it to my handbag or the car. So then I had to duck into Burnside Shopping Centre to buy one from Coles. The I sat in the carpark for about thirty minutes to get it all down.
My writing style includes getting the first draft of the first chapter done along with the details of the story but I had to pick the kids up from childcare and kindy and unfortunately children don't care if you're late because you were working on a love story. (That's what I tell my kids I'm doing when I'm shushing them or saying, give me one more minute)
Procrastination is not my friend! Why would anyone even put that word in the English dictionary? It doesn't help anyone! So now I'm rambling but I'm in that kind of mood today. I want to be outside playing in the sunshine but I want to write as well. Every time I try to open my netbook, the kids zero in on me and pester, pester, pester. So the next two weeks of school holidays is going to be about me trying to work out a writing roster. After all, you can work with crap writing but you can't do anything with a blank page!! I can see lots more late nights in my future...