I'm getting antsy at this point in time due to this dreaded time of the year that it is. I used to adore Fall, and while I am still in love with it, the dread is just hovering underneath the surface ready to kick me square in the face, and my nose is too cute to get punched.
I used to ride out the winter month to month, you know, once Halloween is over I would do it in terms of the following:
Okay, April, here we go. *smacks own ass* Come on, girl, you got this. You just need to get through Thanksgiving, and then there is the Christmas preparation that will keep you busy and here comes the Day After Christmas Deflation, but wait, you won't have too much time to think about that depression shit because hold on, here we go with the random week, week and a half of binge eating and binge drinking and random days off of work because Christmas and New Years falls oddly on the calendar some years, but now it's time to get back into the flow of things with the "after-holiday-depression," but wait, there's more, what, with the stupid Hallmark holiday and then it's so close to St. Patrick's Day (which I don't celebrate as it just gets used as a season marker you see), and then holy shit, I made it into April and it's almost Spring again. I'll look back upon the girl who weathered the storm, so to speak, and see if my shorts will still fit after the Winter we just had.
If you are the person who falls into the above run-on sentence scenario, I hope you feel better knowing you are not alone. However, this year, I'm scared shitless. There were more moments than I care to admit last winter that were completely touch and go. I honestly didn't think I was going to make it through. Come to think of it, based upon my actions, I don't believe I made it through "whole," and if we are being honest, there's not much left of me to spare as far as what I can afford to lose as a "whole." I'm afraid that come next March/April, I'll be feeling somewhat like that "hat" part of the acorn that's left on the ground to dry up and get stepped on after the acorn has fallen out of it.
At least this year I am equipped with the knowledge that if I'm lucky, I might make it out with my sanity only slightly shattered so I have decided that I will prepare now for what I can only assume will be yet another never-ending-please-let-me-make-it-out-alive winter. Like today, for example, let's start there. It is absolutely gorgeous out right now. It's only 3:00 p.m., and I know by 7:00 p.m. I will be in a hoodie, but I'm so looking forward to taking the kids to the playground, having a picnic, hitting up the library for new books (and pay that $8.50 fine I have from overdue books...I really have to get my shit together on that one) and go home just as the sun is just about set. I'll feel really good about the couple of short hours I was able to grab with the weather and the kids.
I'm also forward-thinking in terms of what kinds of indoor activities can I make a list of for when we are all going stir-crazy and I've had it up to my eyeballs in Lego sets. I don't have too many just yet. I've got the gym because, well, my ass needs it and they have daycare there. There's also the indoor trampoline park that Andrew likes, but that makes me pee my pants when I jump so I'll just take voluminous pictures and videos of him jumping. And that about sums that shit up, and therefore, this is where you come in with any and all ideas of wintertime fun for us. My 14 year old daughter, I'm sure, won't give a rat's ass about what we do or don't do because, well, she's got her IPhone and YouTube. However, I'll admit that while I want to keep this 6-year-old of mine busy, I really need these ideas to keep my sanity.
So please send along your ideas. However, please be advised that while everything you offer me is a great idea, the following is a list of things I will not consider so please don't try to convert me:
1. ANY AND ALL THINGS OUTSIDE IN THE COLD AND SNOW.
I'll throw the boy out in the snow but I'll stand at the door and hide behind a Bailey-laced coffee, wearing my footsie pajamas, shivering while watching his nose get red and run snots down the front of his jacket and silently beg him to come inside and snuggle with me and watch Netflix. I just shuddered so please help a desperate mama out.
In the meantime, I'm going to go check out the menu online for the pizza joint next door to the playground because I declare this afternoon to be Pizza Playground Picnic Afternoon. I'll be drinking wine this evening while looking over all the ideas I know you guys have for me. I have faith in ye readers.