Is anyone else utterly exhausted after binge eating and doing absolutely nothing all weekend?
I made the mistake of romanticizing the idea of being snowed in. Visions of homemade baked goods, Netflix and naps filled my head. Then, we got trapped under 20″ of snow and my wintery dreams faded away to the harsh reality of early mornings, countless hours staring at the walls of our playroom, and wondering how one might be able to acquire a snow plow.
My sanity as a stay-at-home-mom hinges on my ability to leave my house both for social interaction and carseat naps. While I love my husband more than anyone in the world, by Sunday evening, the sound of his breath was beginning to annoy me.
I became so desperate for outside-of-the-playroom entertainment that I took to activities like dusting and vacuuming; and while my house is cleaner than it’s been in the past ten months, I’m stir crazy and approximately forty pounds heavier.