I realize I can't complain like those people up to the north who might be deluged AGAIN with snow, but BY GOD I CAN STILL COMPLAIN. If I wake up to one more cold, drizzly, gray-ass day, one where the baby hacks and coughs and whines because he, um, can't BREATHE PROPERLY, one where I feel like, "What the hell else do you do with a sick, six month old? Surely you can't drag him to the bar? That's not good for a cold." One where Copper paces in ever increasingly bored circles, one where I keep checking the weather over and over again like some crazy person hoping for a change, I will lose. my. shit.
Oh wait. I'm looking out the window at gray...drizzle...cold. MIS-HA-RA-BLE WEATHER. AGAIN.
Excuse me while I go lose my shit.
Somebody fly me to the Bahamas. Hey, let's all go, shall we? Anyone got a sugar daddy?
I planted tulips this weekend in some vain attempt to hurry spring along, hoping the promise of bright flowers might help. Now I'm just crossing my fingers that the damn things survive this cold snap.
I have no silver lining, no lemons to lemonade, just a bad mood. So I am going out to the fabric store to look at cheerful fabrics in the hopes of dragging myself up and out. I will share what I find. FOR ALL OF OUR SAKES.