There comes a time every winter when I cease feeling all cozy and content in my house and start getting somewhat claustrophobic. Blackrock Fever, I guess you could call it. This time usually comes around the end of February or early March. Which is really too bad, because winter here does not end in February, or even March. No, real spring is slow in coming in upstate New York. Like May.
Which is why it's somewhat alarming that Blackrock Fever has already struck.
This has everything to do, I'm sure, with a certain small person who requires 24/7 care. Cubby doesn't mind being home. It's not as if we live in a small house or tiny apartment or something. There's plenty of room for him to practice his rapidly-improving walking skills. The distance from the living room to the kitchen is quite vast when your legs are only twelve inches long. Plus, there's all kinds of fascinating stuff to see along the way: boot laces, dogs' tails, newspapers left on low table tops. Who could be bored with such entertainment!
I could. Back and forth all day long, living room to library to dining room to kitchen . . . no don't grab the dog, no don't bother the cat while she's sleeping, pulling on electrical cords is not smart, eating bits of wood isn't healthy. . . . It's maybe a little repetitive. JUST A LITTLE.
Meanwhile, outside, the temperature drops steadily lower, the snow continues to fall, and the wind is howling around the house.
And it's only January. This is not good.
6 comments:
O my, Kristin, I remember it as if it were yesterday! I used to think I wasn't human anymore, or that I had become eighty years old overnight.
Plan a trip? Something to get your imagination out of the winter, the place, and the unlimited hours of parenting...
Mikey
At least you got to sleep late today !
I know ......that was only funny to me, not you.
Time for a good book while Cubby is napping , if you aren't napping, and I don't know why not.
"Nancy Drew goes to the Bahamas" or some other warm weather title.
Get out the seed catalogues and lay out the garden.
Turn on more lights/sunlamps.
Take a hot bubble bath after Cubby goes to bed.
Bet thankful the roof isn't leaking, the pipes aren't frozen and you have enough food to eat. Beth
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I've always thought that Christmas comes way too early. Having a big bash would make more sense if it were at the end of Jan. It would break up the long winter better.
Time to visit relatives in the south?
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Its ONLY January is right! UGH! But we have been suffering since December... blah! Now, who was making cookies???
Re-read The Long Winter while Cubby is napping. Maybe it will help with the perspective?
Seriously, though, I remember those days, too, and I was lucky (sort of) to live in the city so at least we could get out to Story Time at the library or something. Hang in there, sister!
Or Farmer Boy! Taking care of that huge barn of animals at 40 below!
No, but seriously, maybe a weekend mini-vacation with A.
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