Cabin Fever!!

Okay, so. You all know that I live in SOLA (South Louisiana) and it’s usually a mild, semi-tropical climate where the seasons are: Hot, Hot-as-Balls, Football, and Mardi Gras.

Not so much this week. This week it’s been C.O.L.D.!!  We had sleet last Friday, then an okay weekend, followed by sleet & some snow ALL FREAKING DAY yesterday. I have basically been home/ off work since LAST FRIDAY. I went to work for a few hours (2&1/2) Saturday but haven’t been back since.

I am slowly losing my mind. For reals…  I have done ALL the laundry, save what we currently have on our bodies. I have baked a batch of muffins and a batch of scones. The house is clean. My kitchen is  currently spotless. I’ve even washed the dog beds for fucks sake!!

I looked at TWH last night and said “I can’t remember the last time I shampooed my hair”. (Since I color my hair, I don’t shampoo it every day. Every 2-3 days usually does it for me. Rinse & condition. That’s it. Judge me if you like.)

Anyway, I used to read these FB posts by SAHM’s blatantly stating that they couldn’t remember the last time they’d showered/shampooed their hair/shaved their legs/whatever and I would think “Eeeewwwwww….”. Being relatively sure I bathed every day when the kids were little. (I may not have, who the hell knows anymore) I totally get it now though. You’re home, you’re in your comfy clothes, you may or may not currently be wearing the same yoga pants/leggings you’ve been wearing for the past three days. IT DOESN’T MATTER.  Everyone is still whole and breathing and you haven’t left the house this week anyway.

Having said that, as soon as it gets above freezing, Imma lace up my running shoes and go burn off some of the calories I’ve consumed (Cabin fever eat-a-thon, yo!!) along with some of this excess energy.

THEN I’ll shampoo my hair.


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  2. JulieU says:

    It’s different when you retire though.
    When I worked I knew that when I retired I’d have HOURS and HOURS to work on all of the intended projects, my house would be spotless, and I would always look like I stepped out of a fashion magazine.
    I retired.
    I do have hours and hours – the same 24-hour day I always had, but somehow it takes me a lot longer to do things.
    Getting up in the morning – I sleep later than the o’dark hundred hour I had to get up when I worked.
    Then instead of running out the door with a travel mug I loll about on facebook while I drink my coffee – not going anywhere or doing anything.
    Getting dressed? I say I am, but Kyle says if I’m wearing Yoga pants and I’m not DOING yoga they are pajamas – yeah, whatever – I don’t sleep in them. So, we’re at that glass half full/glass half empty impasse.
    I do get out of the house – I belong to somewhere between 5-8 clubs – I put makeup on for most of those. That’s ‘dressed up.’
    Life is good – I only do what I want to do.
    The 24-hours is not insanely busy – it’s relaxed in a clean yoga pants kinda way.


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