We are not preparing for some major snow storm. There is no huge thunderstorm on its way. The temperatures aren’t even sinking that low compared to others in the United States. But, I’ve declared a mental state of emergency and I’m going into a weekend hibernation.
I am so over Winter. Seriously.
Winter can kiss my clothing-layered ass.
I’m tired of the wind. I’m tired of the cold. I’m just done.
I’m so done with Winter that I’m seriously tempted to believe in the mystical season predicting powers of an animal that has a mismatched number of toes on its front and back feet.
That’s a groundhog in case you’re curious.
So, I’m preparing for a weekend boycott. By 8:00 PM Thursday night I’ll be done with classes for the week and I’ll have done the good parent thing and attended the PTA award ceremony where two of my babies are receiving awards. At that moment I plan to go into a full-on hibernation.
I’m going to wear yoga pants all weekend. I’m going to veg, eat yummy, hearty food, and nap if I so feel inclined. The family and I will watch movies, do puzzles, play video games, and not leave the house unless absolutely necessary. I’m not even planning to answer the phone or shower or wash my hair.
Apparently there’s some big sporting event on TV this weekend, but who really gives a crap about sports when you can Netflix the newest season of Weeds while picking your toes and snuggling with a soft puppy?!
In the midst of all this, though, I’ll be reading chapters, working on some sort of regression project, and researching my first COMPS question – but I’ll be doing it all from the comfort of my yoga pants with fresh coffee in hand. I’ll send my husband to the grocery store at some point so I can boycott consumerism and Winter simultaneously. I might even refuse to get the mail for no other reason than the mailman seems a bit too happy in the Winter and that’s just shady.
So bite me, Winter. I’m over you. And, apparently the only way I know to show how pissy I am with your existence is to neglect my hygiene and eat wings on the sofa for 3 days. And I’m okay with that.