Winter, you have won. You have killed me. A month of subzero temperatures, two little kids housebound, mainlining juice and out of their minds with the need to jump and run and be physically active, and I am calling it. I give up.
School was just cancelled for tomorrow, and likely Tuesday, and I can’t even deal. I just need five days in a row of the kids in school, nobody sick, me not being sick, to get my house in order and my head back in the game. Right now, everything is grimy, the laundry is stacked up (clean, but so much folding and putting away), the baseboards are dusty, and the floors need washing, and the dirt and constant mess of everything distracts me in ways that make it hard for me to deal with life. I am no clean freak, either. But we have been locked away, housebound, for a month now, and I want my days back, to get things done. I need some sustained quiet time to find my own thoughts again, and settle them. I need some sustained quiet to just let the world be, without commentary.
My FB feed is hilarious: a few sanctimommies, eager to remind us how they love, love, LOVE snow days, and getting more cuddle time in with their darling offspring, and then the moms like me, who are like, please, I really need to clean my house and drink a few cups of coffee in peace, without little people jumping up and down in front of me, asking me to help them wipe. Seasonal Affective Disorder, I think I have you. And I am starting to worry about how much my children have backslid academically from the long break and then the on again, off again school schedule.
I miss the sun.