The heat has zapped my brain and the most creative thought I’ve had all day was, “I wonder if those weeds out front will scorch and die on their own, or if I’ll have to eventually haul myself outside to pluck them manually?”
I am admittedly NOT a Summer time person, and the heat-induced lock down syndrome is starting to take it’s toll on my emotional state. The days are filled with TV and air conditioning and attempting to play with Ezra while every fiber of my being is fighting it. There have been many naps on Ezra’s floor whilst in mid-play. Luckily, my boy lets me rest when that happens- for 10 minutes or so.
Then he jumps on me.
I haven’t done anything remotely productive in weeks except for yesterday when I finally cleaned my floors.
It’s hard not to slip into a funk when the sun takes over my life. I start to feel like a caged animal. Meanwhile, my poor husband is outside all day everyday- scaling roofs and painting eaves while the sun is slowly turning his skin a darker color than it has ever known before. Despite the SPF 50.
Frazzled, I am.
And I’m starting to realize that soon and very soon? There will be TWO humans in my care. Say whaaa?!? (Insert mild panic attack here.)
The things that I know would help me are the very things I fight. Planned activity. Staying productive- cleaning, cooking, grocery shopping. Calling friends. GETING DRESSED IN THE MORNINGS. Reading my bible. These are the things that usually help me. These are the things that I do not do. (Self sabotage!)
Instead I laze around and give the sun the evil eye out the window. And wait for the clouds to come rescue me.
Any one know of a cure for the Summer time blues?