....is the hardest day.
The Monday after you break up with someone (not me...but...I remember it...)
The Monday after a two week vacation and you have to go back to work.
The Monday after a three day weekend.
And now....the Monday after New Year's.
I've been off since Wednesday afternoon and while I managed to catch a nasty chest cold, at least I was home. Relaxing in sweat pants all day long. Reading. Sipping peach tea. Or green. Or mugwort. Or peppermint. Watching really stupid television. I mean, I didn't know that Kathie Lee Gifford was still even around.
It snowed and I didn't have to think about driving Liv to school or getting to work. I just hung out. I don't care how much you try to tell me how pretty it is. It is not. Pretty. I. DETEST. SNOW. I almost hate the cold weather as much as snow. I mean, why do I do this to myself every year? Why do I sit shivering in my drafty Victorian house while the temp outside hovers at -10 degrees? You go outside and I'm not kidding, it HURTS to take a breath. You can feel the air freezing your insides all the way down. Every year, Bing and I look at each other and shake our heads. WHY ARE WE HERE ON THIS GODFORSAKEN PRAIRIE?
And then, Spring comes and we feel all superior to those who don't have seasons because there is nothing like that feeling of going outside and taking that first sweetly pleasant breath of fresh Spring air and realizing that spring has sprung. At last.
But, in the meantime, it is early January and there are three more months of this shit to get through.
And it's the first Monday after the holidays. Bing was grumpy this morning. It was too cold for her to even run with dangerous wind chills predicted all week. And back to work.
Liv practically had to be driven out of bed with threats of me muttering that I should have asked Santa for a cattle prod instead of a french press.
And I'm sitting here shivering in my wool skirt and cashmere sweater with a jacket and tights. Ankle boots. A big furry coat to be slugged on soon. A hat to make my hair smash weirdly against my head all day long no matter how I try to fluff it back up in the freezing cold employee bathroom. And my lungs ache from this cold. I'm shoving the air in and out like a recalcitrant steam engine.
The Monday after...