It’s cold and dreary outside. If you’re like me, (and if you aren’t you probably wish you were) then you’re doing your very best to keep your family, your dog, and yourself from crossing the line from seasonally affected to seasonally afflicted.
I’m pretty certain I read somewhere that Cabin Fever is more contagious than Herpes.
Here are some ways we’re avoiding it at our happy home.
Spend two hours turning a cardboard box into a crappy robot that your son will be totally ashamed of.
Get lost in a sea of arts and crafts. You’ll be feeling very mentally healthy when after a couple hours of this your son asks, “Can we do something fun?”
Now, if you have the desire to respond with, “Like give you a black eye?” then step away from the scissors and the hot glue and try something else.
You always hear people say “Take time for yourself.” These people are stupid and usually don’t have kids, but we all need something to hit that won’t send us to jail. Just know that while you’re taking time to let off steam there will be at least one unsanctioned bathroom experiment going on behind your back. That’s why it’s so important to make those minutes count.
Finally, don’t neglect your pet. If you notice your dog is feeling down, then give them a self-esteem boost with a little dental hygiene. He/she will be thrilled about it, not to mention SUPER cooperative.
I hope these ideas have been helpful. If they haven’t, then feel free to jump off a bridge.
What are you doing to stay sane this winter? I’d love to hear your coping skills, I mean ideas.
I check Luke’s folder every day after school to see what treasured artwork he has brought home. Sometimes it’s great, but other times I can tell he didn’t give it his all. Those are the ones that go straight into the garbage. Just kidding. Or, am I? I am not.
Last week I found this in his folder. I was totally impressed. I said, “Oh my goodness, Lucas! This is wonderful. I love the colors. It makes me feel like I’m in a garden. Is that a letter “H” there, and a “U” over there?”
He slapped his hands over his eyes, then quickly snatched the picture out my hands in disgust. “Mom,” he shouted, pointing to the middle of the page. “This. Is. A. Chicken!!!”
“What a shitty chicken,” I thought to myself. “Well you know what, buddy? I have a special place that’s just perfect for a chicken like this.”