I'd like to say the quiet respite of today is forced, nature's way of making me take time out from the world. Except I"m pretty honest, and in being so must admit that its only reinforced my desire to hibernate.
I haven't left my house since Saturday morning.
I haven't gotten dressed except to go food shopping on Saturday until fifteen minutes ago.
I didn't go to church yesterday and I didn't even call to tell them I wasn't coming. I flaked out on choir, on life. I don't want to do anything, go anywhere, be anything but what I am at the moment.
My kids and I have had a blast watching old movies (C is now completely head over heels with Number 5 from Short Circuit and I have rediscovered my ancient crush on Steve Guttenberg) and watching the snow fall and playing hooky from life. We've made our first fire of the year, made hot cocoa, which would have had marshmallows, but somebody (I'm not pointing fingers, SON) ate all the marshmallows. No one has called on my new ad for babysitters and I'm perfectly OK about that, because I don't trust any of them anyway and somehow I think its all going to work out for the best.
And so we go on. We watch the snow. We enjoy our vacation from the rest of the world. We soothe our frayed nerves with hugs and giggles and snowball fights and watching four large dogs act like little puppies in the snow, and we get by. We get by.
And the snowflakes keep falling.
