It’s usually around this time of year when I consider packaging up my mind and shipping it off to some kind of servicing center where they can 'make it right again,' and I know I'm not alone. I'm sure a lot of you feel like you've been dangled by your ankles over a snow bank since the holidays. Then, just when you realized you weren't wearing any pants, life let go and dropped you head first into a pile of slush.
Hey, that doesn't make dragging a twenty-pound toboggan up a sledding hill sound so bad, as far as winter activities go!
It's not that I'm 'losing my mind' so much as I've damaged it with months of Chutes-and-Ladders and that "wouaaa wouaaa wu wu wouaaaaaaaaaa" sound my kids make. Do you know what I mean? Not sure? Well then, ask yourself this:
- Have your feet exclusively worn snow boots and slippers since November?
- Are your roots more than two inches long? I know, why bother? It’s not like anyone sees the outgrowth under your winter hat or pulled back into a ponytail.
- Do you strike up conversations with telemarketers because you haven’t spoken to, or seen, another grown-up since the holidays?
- Are you openly weeping right now?
Let me put it another way. Are you this woman?
You're not? It's just me? Well then, this was awkward.
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Oh My Goodness... I just laughed myself to tears... that is so me so you are not alone!!!
I am you. I don't have kids but I teach. Around 10 year olds all day. ALL. DAY. For 13 years. 10 year olds for 13 years. Brains are mush.
I can't see the video... Is it the iPad's fault? It's always the iPad's fault. Damn iPad! On a marginally more related note, it stopped snowing a few weeks ago here and we've been having unseasonably warm, almost spring-like weather. I'm just waiting for a blizzard to hit and snow all over my parade.
oh, and did you hear the forecast for tonight????? ten degrees. TEN.
With a high tomorrow of 13.
Oh dear god.
Once we hit 10 degrees I stop counting. Minus 10 degrees, minus 100 degrees. Really, is it worth even tracking this?
sadly, that makes me feel better: there is no snow here (just miserable grey rain, which yeah, mean it's not so cold anymore), and although hot water sometimes goes awol, we got watah babe.
but am considering taking my brain AND my body on a retreat, somewhere warm where there are NO children, and nobody gets to wake me up at any time of the day of night (and by that I mean a little retreat, not suicide)
Thanks for the clarification on that whole retreat vs. dying thing.
anyone have a tissue.
Quick, move away from your keyboard! You'll short it out!
OMG! It's like we're twins!!!!!!!!! Ok, you, me and Diane Keaton, shit, I guess that's triplets. My brain has just posted a sign saying "Gone Fishing."
Just read your post. [HAHA!] Feel better and try not to die!
LMAO... That's it, you've given me permission to hibernate until the weather hits.... well, 60 sounds nice.
Babe, THIRTY sounds nice in these parts!
OK, I'll settle for hibernating until the pool of slush is gone and the 6ft of snow on either side of the driveway have melted to around 3ft? Either that or until somebody hands me some chocolate ... or vodka... laced with chocolate... or maybe sushi... Hey I'm easy.
::weeping::
YOU'RE NOT ALOOOOONE!!!!!
WAAAAHHHHHH!!!!
::blows nose::
I'm glad to hear you're miserable too. I'm a good friend like that.