1. I generally do ok emotionally during the winter. I prefer to be cold over being hot. My kids are in school, so I have the flexibility to run during the day. I get outside enough that I get a fair amount of sun.
That is not the case this week. It’s been doom and gloom for days now. Just gray and damp and gross. I’m still running in it – 7 damp miles Sunday, 3.5 out of 9 outside on Tuesday, 7 cold and wet on Wednesday – but I’m getting grumpy. Even worse, I’m trying to eat the grump away. I find myself just wandering around the kitchen searching for something to put in my mouth. We need to get sun soon or I’m going to out eat the miles I’m running.
2. Today the rain is supposed to be replaced by snow. Usually the first snow of the season sends me scrambling to see if the kids have boots to wear. Shoo is not a problem because I keep all of Jones’ boots until Shoo is done with them. I was starting to plan a quick run to Target when I came to a realization: Jones can wear a pair of mine. I’ve been wearing his crocs every time I need to take out the trash, duh. Related: When did my kid’s feet get as big as mine??? Not allowed!
3. Moms will appreciate this one. Remember when your kids were newborns and you spent a lot of time worrying about whether they were eating enough and “outputting” enough. What? You didn’t keep track? I know you did.
Well, the gecko didn’t poop Tuesday or by the time we cleaned his cage on Wednesday evening. Cue “parental” freak out.
What the what? Who have I become? When did I become a person who feeds crickets (gotta keep them alive so the gecko can kill them) and worries about gecko poop???
Moms of boys, beware! When your son asks for a gecko or a cat, get.the.freakin.cat.