Not of Separation. Just 6 degrees.
I've been up for a little bit, drinking my coffee, hoping Chris will sleep in because he didn't sleep well last night. I just opened the downstairs bathroom and it's 31 degrees in there. That always worries me, since I wouldn't want the pipes to freeze. So I left the door open to the kitchen, and realized it's only 61 in the entire house. Strange, since the heat's been on 68 for half an hour now. Then I checked the outside thermometer. 6 degrees. Well, 5.9 actually. I'm DONE with winter. Today's the last day of February (which is unfairly an extra day long this year). I'm so sick of it.
I'm trying to figure out if my current confusion about working/staying home is related to the weather. Or at least how related it is to the weather. We have a music class today at 11 (make up from the one we missed in Houston). I'm sitting here trying to figure out what to do until 11. It's too late for us to just sit around the house until then. But it's too early to do anything big first. If it weren't 6 degrees out, maybe we could go for a walk. But I guess that's out of the question.
Okay, Chris just woke up with a screech. That can't be a good sign for his mood today. Maybe he'll go back to sleep? Doubtful. See, a walk would fix everything. Tired toddler? Put him in the stroller. Lazy mom? Get some exercise. Bored? Go for a walk. I remember back in October being really excited that I got to get up every day and take a leisurely walk with my son. I'm sure I'd miss that if I were working. Of course right now I'm not working, and I still am missing it.
I'm done with winter.
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