I don’t know what it is. The c-o-o-o-l-d winter weather? The perpetually sick kids? The anxiety of the last few weeks? That is gone, by the way. At least the overwhelming, heavy, weighing-me-down anxiety symptoms are gone. Who knows what else going on in my body can be attributed to anxiety. Not that I have anything to be anxious about. Except for the location of the nearest potty facility. But really. How can I be anxious when I have everything I ever wanted in life? It is truly perplexing.
But I digress. What was I talking about? Oh yeah. A hermit. Me. ME! Anyone who knows me knows that I have always been anything BUT a hermit. I love to be on the go. I’m never home. Two days in a row inside the house, and I’m all Get! Me! Out! Of! Here! NOW!
But not these days. These days I am positively giddy when I wake up in the morning and realize I have no where to go. I have been at home the better part of the last month. It’s become my safe haven. It’s cozy and warm. There is no chance I’ll get caught on the highway with a potty emergency and no potty in sight. I don’t have to be personable or make conversation with anyone. I don’t even have to put on makeup or take a shower if I don’t want to. Not that I wouldn’t want to, of course. Well, not too many days in a row, anyway. It’s just so nice and comfortable and cozy here.
But, really, y’all. This person. This is not me talking. At least not the girl that I know. I’m not quite sure what to do with this new person. I’m not worried about her. She’s not depressed. Not even feeling lazy, really. In fact the house has never looked better. As long as you don’t need to access the master bathroom. Maybe I’ll tackle that chore today.
Anyway, it seems like the more days I spend at home, the more I want to just stay here. When people suggest getting out and doing something, it just doesn’t even sound very appealing. I feel sort of like hibernating. I think I might just stay in until spring. Hey, maybe that’s all I need. A little taste of springtime.
Finally, C seems to FINALLY be kicking this nasty virus she’s had for almost two weeks. We thought she was better, and then she regressed over the weekend and has been feverish and lethargic for the last few days. Finally today her eyes look well again, and she seems to be returning to her usual chipper self. Maybe I will finally get out of the house now. Or on the other hand, maybe I’ll just wait until spring arrives to venture forth.