Diary of a madhouse wife.

Go to Florida.


Failing that, go to one of those indoor arboretums -- hothouse flowers, humidity.

Failing that, turn up the heat, fill a box with sand, put on swimsuits, strew towels around, and play. (We did this when sozlet was about 2 and we were both going absolutely batshit.)

Failing that -- tearing hair out has a long and distinguished history, might be therapeutic.

I HATE cabin fever.

When one has children one acquires enough harrowing memories to fend off cabin fever in an Empty Nest.

Batshit is a very appropriate word.

It didn't really get me until today.

Mo has come to enjoy school and I have therefore come to enjoy a couple of hours of solitude each day.

Mr. B has even skipped work this week, and come home early on others.

I love them both but ohmygod I have missed me this week.

My hermit instincts are boiling on the back burner and all this time I thought I had put them in the fridge.

Jeeze.. Do we live in the same house or what.

Ice kept austin at a stand still and most businesses closed.
So I am stuck in this little apt with Ian and Jillian for 3 days.
Not counting saturday and sunday when we just stayed home and watched movies.

****, I thought that was going to be our weekend.

Here it is , Thursday, I JUST got back to work.
Ian stayed home......again........ and slept.
Leaving the house filthy for yours truly.

Bean is sleeping , too late as it is, and wont go to bed on time.
She will be grouchy in the morning.

His dirty laundry is all over by the table? Huh?

TRASH on the counter? this apt is only 750 sqft dude..
trash can is right ---------> there.

And all of this is crawling so far under my skin I am about to rent an efficiency apt and say to hell with it.

How do you deal with cabin fever?
Rent a new one
just for you..

What say we ditch these scenes and head to Florida like soz suggested, shewolf?

Nobody could blame us.

Who do we know in Florida?

Phoenix? Letty?

They'll let us stay there, don'tcha think?

<scoops dirty laundry off shewolfs table so we can have some wine and whine>

Sorry ladies, but you have noooo idea.... Oh, red or white?

Ok oh wise ass..

I mean.. oh wise squinney.. heheh

what dont we know?

Spill it..

and we will share this wine with you

Yeah Ms. Smartypants -- spill.

And red, please.

I absolutely, unequivocally do NOT recommend throwing an all-out, screaming hissyfit.

Trust me. I just tried it. It didn't help at all.



Pass me some of that wine, wouldya?




(Just turned off the Weather Channel. The 8" of ice outside my back door hasn't melted a bit in the last 5 or 6 days, and they said we're due for 4-8" of snow on Saturday. Grrrrrrrrr......)

And oh yeah....

If you make me cry I will so kick your ass.

I suspect it might have something to do with non-infected kidneys...

By the way, Ms. Gymmypants, spill.

Welllll, um, yeah. I mean, I'm just sayin'.

Hi guys, its 25 degrees (75 F?)
the sun is shining,
the sky is blue,
I'm in a tshirt
how bout you?

I think I'll go out to the river for a swim wanna come?

I seem to have some vague memories of cabin fever, but... I can't seem to remember what it's like since I moved to Atlanta.

(ducks in anticipation of flying objects)

snowballs------->>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>


:::::splat:::::

Well if I actually had snow. What's the point of cold weather without snow, anyway?

Ain't that the truth.

We do have some pretty miserable weather, but not bad enough to cancel school or work. So it's dreary but not intolerable. It's the kind of weather that makes you want to read a book or bake cookies.

Snow flurries and icy roads are possible.

I've been to the library. I have stashes of both sweets and savories, propane for the Coleman lantern and kerosene for the heater.

I have a little list of chores for Mr. Noddy.

This too shall pass.

Loving your Noddy quote, Freeduck.

I actually awoke at 5:30 to watch the news. No news, so kids are up. Kids are ready and walk out the door. I call kids a few minutes later to see if they are on the bus since bus stop is up around the corner. No, but it's snowing really hard. I go to the car, warm it up, clear off a film of ice and 1/4 inch of snow, and drive to bus stop.

Wait at bus stop with kids in car which is finally getting warmer - there's the bus. Still no news.

I drive home, get out, go in, pour coffee. Cubette calls and asks if I've heard. No, but I'll check again... (Honey you are ON the bus, obviously it's a school day!) Sure enough, just as the bus pulls into the school, it's announced that school is closed.

Kids bus brings them home, I meet them at the bus stop, bring them home, jump in the shower for work.

By the time I'm out of the shower, it's switched to rain and since the ground was 45 degrees nothing sticks. Spend the rest of the day getting calls from Bear (various), the kids (what to eat, can I go to, can you pick me up), the principal (calls and correction calls about what the new snow plans are for finals, teacher work day, make-up day) GRRRROWWWWLLL!

HELLO! I'M WORKING HERE!!!

Christmas/New Years break, three day weekend for MLK Day, and now a four day weekend? On top of a work at home hubby?

<pours more wine and passes it on.>

Grrrrr on gym pants. The gym pants saga:

I find out this week that for the first time in my adult life I am without health insurance. It's a long story but we applied for new insurance and Mo (asthma) and I (depression) were turned down. So we have no insurance.

My neighbor, "Kathy", the weird head injury psychic chick, has been wanting me to go with her to the gym for a long time and I've been dodging it a bit but I finally decided to go because well.... you know... I need to pay better attention to my health right now.....

Okay.

So I don't think they'll want me to show up to exercise in my pajamas like I usually do at home and I don't want to spend a gob of dough on gym wear so I do what I always do - go to Target.

Okay.

Here's the deal. I have a good ass. It's nice. My legs are good too. You can't really pinch them because there isn't a lot of extra stuff to pinch. Solid. Shapely. Nice. I decide I will concentrate on pants since I don't want to show up at Kathy's gym in my pajamas. That way I can wear a big T-shirt and hide the parts of my body that need a little work while not hiding my acceptable ass.

I know! You don't have to tell me how jerky this is.

So I go to Target and I throw several pairs of gym pants thingys into my basket and I get up there to pay and it comes to like $150. These Target gym pants are $30 each!!!

At Target!!

WTF?!!

Anyway.

We were supposed to go to the gym today. I've got my nice little ass appreciation pants all lined up and school is cancelled for the third day in a row. (Note: no school on Monday because of MLK's birthday - so far, no school this week at all.)

Okay.

All I can figure is that God is punishing me because I bought fancy pants and admired my own ass because there is no other reason for this crap.