Like most women in the Northern Hemisphere I get a little stir crazy after all the hullabaloo from the holidays. I tend to pace the floors, start wearing flip flops inside the house again and turning space heaters on so I can feel my toes. I hate winter. I don't know why I continue to stay in one of the coldest states in the universe but alas, I am here. (le sigh)
My birthday has always been a bright spot in the year for me. I love my birthday and I don't mind turning another year older. My mom always made a big deal out of birthday cakes. You got to pick your own and your candles and my favorite was Cherry Chip with the really long candles that look like sparklers. My birthday is smack dab in the middle of February and it's always cold as you know what and I am always sick, but I love it. You go in to any store and everything is bright and cheery and pink and white and purple and happy! I used to actually just go to the store to walk down the card aisle so I could feel like a human again.
The six weeks between my birthday and Christmas is THE roughest time of year for me. I am a gardener and the lack of warmth and green things really gets to me at this time. During November you got the whole gorge yourself silly at the end of the month to look forward to and the days don't start getting horribly depressing until Turkey Day. December, you've got every stinkin' Christmas party to go to. I think I went to ten so far this month, no joke! Plus with the option to drink yourself ridiculous on New Year's Eve you don't really care that you only saw light for just about 4 hours. Once January 2nd rolls around the stir craziness hits me hard!
My husband, bless his heart, tries to pacify me with spring bulbs. "Here honey, look.... isn't this cool?! It says that you can just stick it in a pot and water it and it will grow right now!!"
"Idon'twantit.......idon'twantanythiiiiiinnnnnnngg! I want sunshine and naps on the lawn!"
"Honey, are you hungry? What about tired? How about we go take a nap? huh?"
He's like a scared parent around me during this time of the year. I turn into this melancholy third grader with a serious glandular problem. Heaven help us if I approach Tired, Hungry and Stir Crazy all the same time.
This year I have no clue what to do to take up the six weeks of crazy that is quickly approaching. I am thinking about a tanning membership to help with the cabin fever. Thankfully this year I am not pregnant and can actually go cancer-fy myself. Last year was a disaster and I just want to take this time to apologize to family past and present. Those who are still talking to me and those who are hiding under a rock because I scared the crap out of them last year. In my defense, I had a girl so the whole hormonal thing was a bit much for me. My poor husband, he's a trooper really and I am thinking about getting him an award. "For Dealing With My Toddler Issues" I'm still working on the wording, I'll let you know. :)
Continuing to pace the floors until the woodchuck says it is okay to come out of hiding and that wool sweater.
-Suzs
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