I’m cold and tired. I’m SO over this season. I’m over the cold. I’m over the gray, bleak, dreary moods of Mother Nature’s bipolar ways. Can I get an amen?!? I know that my friends and family that live up north (read: not in Florida) always hate hearing me complain about the weather, but Florida people live in Florida for a reason: Because it is the SUNSHINE STATE. But lately, someone seems to have misplaced our sunshine. And I’m highly unamused!
And since I’m already complaining, let’s move on to the faaaabulous illnesses that have plagued my house for a solid month. I’m about to have to propose to the creator of VICKS just for the moments of peace it’s provided by slowing coughs. We’ve battled runny noses, sneezing, coughing like a 2 pack-a-day smoker, eye goop, fevers, and many, many sleepless nights. In fact, I am trying to think of a night since January started that I *haven’t* had to be up with a sick person. I’m doling out Tylenol and cough syrup and antibiotics like a crack dealer. Trying to sneak a bath alone has become something that may involve being put into witness protection and relocated to some remote cabin in the mid-west. But who the heck wants to go there when there’s two feet of snow on the ground?!?!
Did I mention we had an ice storm? Appropriately dubbed the Florida Snowpocalypse, it actually ended up being about ½ inch of ice that covered everything. They even closed the school for three days. And, before you roll your eyes, keep in mind – as I mentioned above – I live in FLORIDA. And I live in Florida for a reason – I LOVE the beach and the mostly warm weather that lasts almost all year. When you call off school for three days in Florida, it is usually for hurricanes, and we can kick our children outside after the storm is over and have them pick up branches. News brief: You cannot do that when your brood is still suffering from the winter cold plague. By day three of the “snow days”, I was about to hit up my neighbor and make her walk the bus route with boxes of salt and a shovel in an effort to single-handedly clear the bus route ourselves. I cannot imagine what people in Indiana and Ohio and Kentucky are doing. I would already have been declared insane from a horrific case of cabin fever.
I’m sorry to tell you that this post actually has zero redeeming value, and no purpose whatsoever except that I felt like complaining. Publically. Because I’m cold. And I’m tired. And I’m tired of being cold. So, if anyone out there has the magical combination of ways to make Mother Nature stop torturing us, I’d happily appreciate it, because she’s obviously off her meds. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to put on another sweatshirt and my fuzzy bathrobe.