Last night I lie in bed freezing for a good hour before I finally got out and grabbed a second pair of socks, a sweatshirt, and another blanket. Even after my three layers of clothes and extra blanket were in place I was still cold most of the night. I am chilled to the bone and have yet to warm up.
While I was frozen in my little fetus shaped ball under my piles of blankets last night I made a list of all the things I need to get done in the next week or so. There were so many things on the list that I stayed awake for hours clogging up my brain.
Todd is prepping to for his annual hunting trip. He will be gone for one week and will return the day before Thanksgiving. Just in time for me to run to the store to purchase everything I need to host a Thanksgiving miracle for 20 people. Usually I am fine with it. It really isn't a big deal. Normally, I am all excited planning fun surprises, treats, and day trips for the kids and I while Todd is gone. But this year, I just can't pep-talk myself into it.
Perhaps it is because I have been feeling so foul lately. My mood has dropped just like the temperatures. The kids are driving me nuts. Even more than that, I am driving me nuts. I have been nit picking, nagging, yelling. Downright nasty, to be honest. I just don't know how to snap out of it.
I'm just no good. I feel like I should come with a warning sign attached to me. "Beware of Danger!" "Stay away!" "Highly volatile!"
The sun is shining. So, that's a good sign anyway. After two weeks of cloudy, rainy days the sun has finally appeared. And a warm up is on the way. Maybe even into the 50's again. There is hope. Maybe as the temperatures rise so will my mood. Maybe I'll even be able to make this an
For now I'm gonna heat up a bowl of soup, put on my slippers (and another pair of socks), wrap up in a blanket, and hope my warm up comes quickly.