Tuesday, February 05, 2013


This winter might do me in.

I can't take the cold.  I just can't take it.  

I know, I know; I live in Maryland.  This is nothing.  I saw the video that went all over the interwebs with the newscasters in LA literally flipping out over 50 degree weather and my friend laughed and said they were like me.  I have another friend who lives in Bismark and her status said something about -15 the other day.  So I should count my blessings, right?  Or my degrees, maybe?  But my hands and feet are so cold!  And dry!

I just wasn't made for cold.  Last winter was perfect.  We were outside all winter long and enjoyed every second.  We did spring things in winter.  We went to the zoo, for heavens' sake!

This winter I'm having the worst bout of the winter blues I think I've ever had.  It's rough.  I know it's all in my head and that spring will come soon, but this is really hard.  I don't want to go anywhere, do anything, be anything...I just want to curl up in a ball on the couch and sleep and read and be left alone.  And I want to snack.  Snack on baked goods.

In other words, I want to be a hobbit.

Part of me is trying to remember that a little of that is okay; it is winter, after all, and we're often way too go, go, go around here anyway.  But another part of me knows it's not okay, this suffocating, senseless gloom, and I'm thankful for that part that knows it not okay and tries to do something about it because it's keeping me from being a total loser.  

That part of me was really, really relieved when we had a couple of days of decent weather last week.  It prompted an impromptu stay at my parents' house for a few days (nothing like a change of scenery to help when you're feeling low) and the girls got some good, solid play time together.  We spent one morning in jammies outside and I pleaded with the sky to bring out some sun.  No dice, but we had fun in the mud nevertheless.  And I felt better, so much better, for the space of about 4 hours.

And, oh yeah, speaking of hobbits, my baby looked like Bilbo Baggins.

If she really were on her way to fight a dragon, she wouldn't stand a chance.  She is so tasty and adorable and delicious that any dragon with half a brain would gobble her right up, green boots and red jammies and pink buttons and all.

Any ideas for beating a bout of what I guess is probably a little case of Seasonal Affected Disorder?  I get this way a little every January it seems, but this year is so bad!  I'm popping vitamin D and trying to get sunshine whenever I can.  I know that blogging at 12:38 isn't really helping, but my sleep patterns are all out of whack and I'm unendingly tired.  And no, sadly, I am not pregnant.  (Also a large part of why I'm so bummed out...)  Ideas?  Do those light boxes work?  Would one help this late in the season?

This is a moody post.  Sorry.  Hang on, I can fix it...

There!  A giggling baby with a stick.  And frog boots.  I feel better!  Maybe we can do something about that dragon after all.


  1. I'm all about hibernating this winter ;) I bet you feel worse off this year because we had to say goodbye to some amazing friends fairly unexpectedly :( spring is just around the corner... Just take it one day at a time! And call me when you're feeling down!!

  2. Those light boxes do totally help. I know snacks and reading and napping is all I want to do in winter too. I'm going for more sunshine


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