Blech. Blurg. Urgh. I want the day off. And I want to be somwhere that doesn’t require a minus sign when describing its temp or wind chill.
I want a day of not being grabbed on. Spit-up on {we’re in a serious spit-up zone, here}. Sucked on. Pooped on. And any other activity that occurs on my person. Like a full day. You know what I mean? Sure you do. And you’re thinking I shouldn’t have birthed 3 children if I wanted the day off. Fair enough, I say. But it’s my blog and I can whine if I want to…
It’s just that kind of day. I generally am very content with the simplicity of being home. In our own space. As a family. Enjoying the company of our awesome children. But you see, it’s, once-again, a glorious hue of greige in the Cornhusker State. Our children’s supply of fresh air is minuscule, given the once-again negative temps. And our car which would fit our whole crew is at the shop so we are basically stuck in isolation {I know, not dramatic at all.} Which means that a tussle over even the tiniest, red, single-brick Lego or whose book is read next, is enough to completely unravel our microcosm. The sleep, or somewhat lack thereof, of our freshest nugget is painting circles under my eyes. And the dietary restrictions, severity of spitting, and my inability to take a shot of tequila, have me bemoaning breastfeeding. Oh. And my house. Post-apocalyptic state. Between spit-up, buttered-popcorn poo, and lingering wafts of the stomach flu, our windows are screaming “open us and get some spring fresh scents going” {yes. Screaming windows. This is serious}.
So again. I say, blech.
I know… First world problems, right? But I feel like if I can garner some support here… Generate a movement… To take down this perma-winter state… Perhaps, by the middle of next week, we will be able to go outside without getting swept up into Polar Vortex Land {I know all of our Texas peeps are laughing at me right now. Very hard.}. I love winter. From November to February. And now. It’s March and I’m like, forget you.
Being a parent, even in the winter, is pretty freaking awesome. But it’s way more than a job. Because there is no calling in sick, tired, or mentally checked-out. And I’d like to say that that I am 100% a-ok with that because our children are incredible but let’s be real, incredible or not, everyone sometimes desires a break. And I’m well aware, and have well-documented here on BotB, that I’m going to miss this… All of it. So I’m not putting in my two-week’s notice. I’m just speakin’ the truth. Of today. Or at least of the hours since dawn broke at the Brehm house.
So, in an attempt to combat the winter woe-is-mes, I’m thinking of turning the heater up, playing some Bob Marley, laying out beach towels on the living room floor, and pretending we’re someplace washed in sunshine. Some place like this…
And I’m reminding myself that surely somebody, somewhere, is having their very best day. And that is enough to make me, at least, crack a smile. Mind over matter, right?
Am I the only one who has a case of the Mondays on this Sunday? Or am I just Monster Mommy? What do you do to shake the winter willies out?
