so... christmas is over.
i feel that is how every conversation i have starts anymore. christmas is over, and now it is january. there is not a whole lot that is fabulous about january. it is cold, the days are short - and dark, and all you have to look forward to is march. because who ever looks forward to february?
february is historically my worst month. i loathe february. it's not that i hate valentine's day, or that i don't appreciate that it is the shortest month of the year... i just hate the waiting involved in it. after christmas is over i can enjoy the first week or so of january - it is the begining of a new year, and so therefore it deserves a little bit of observation and appreciation. i can give it that. for about a week, and then it is over for me. i am ready for spring.
which won't arrive for at least another six long weeks. sooo, the cabin fever sets in, and i start getting stir-crazy. i cut my own hairs every other day out of boredom, and neglect shaving my legs, my kiddo gets colds which keep us inside on even the warmer days, and we watch waaaay tooo muuuuuch sesame street. it's not the worst rut to be in, but it's a rut.... a funky one.
so what do i do? i scrub my floor.
there is something about doing this that makes me feel oddly accomplished, in control even on the most confining of days, and perhaps even makes me feel a little bit happy to have been stuck inside. i turn on music, or an audiobook, and bask in the aroma of pine detergent while taking in the sounds of the lykke li pandora station (which has been amazing lately!). a gentle soreness settles into my upper arms as i scrub, and i like how it feels, and how it warms my body. sometimes thoughts come into my head, and then they quickly leave as i continue to scrub. i find myself without worries while performing my scrub, forgetting about all the things that i should be doing, forgetting about the places i would like to go, forgetting about the cold and dark, and just focusing all my energy and thought on getting my dirty floors and grout as pristine as possible with my own two noodle arms. once i am done i look at the clean cool floor and sit there for a while taking it in and enjoying the work of my arms that now feel like cold left-over spaghetti, in the best way possible.
it's like a free therapy session.. which ends with clean floors.
so, how do you deal with cabin fever?