Recently, someone I know commented that this crap weather is making some people grumpy, and then.... Well, fucking duh, SieOma.
Walking is my great release. Chasing the Cub through the park and teaching him how to be and play outdoors (escaping electronics, yo. Hand some kids a stick these days and they're all, "Whaaa?"). This gloomy, frigid, wet, whatever-yuck weather has just gone on and on and on and on... I am a sunshine kind of girl, and I'm not getting any. Though I bundle Cub and take him out if only for 5 minutes to get fresh air, he isn't getting any either.
Recently, I have been teaching him some partner yoga and stretching, and because (maybe) he is so much smaller than me, it takes every muscle in my body to balance right for him. Most days, I'm just too tired, though. I'm exhausted. This kind of weather triggers my broken brain to think "Hurt. Sleep." From what I understand, people with Fybromyalgia often have trouble reaching that deep sleep which allows one to wake up feeling rested. I can sleep 10 hours and wake up tired. Ugh.
I'm not whining about all the reasons I can't do anything about how I am feeling; I am listing the things I need to work around to get somewhere better.
So, that is where I am right now. Thinking.
By the way, this is why my teens and I thought my 2 year old could be rightly called, "The Cub."