January

Well as aforementioned it is January. January is the month that sparks hope for the coming year and angst at the coming weather, at least in this neck of the woods. Being in the midst of this schizophrenic winter freeze and thaw has me feeling somewhat similar. I revel in the luxury of a couch potato existence yet other days nothing will settle me enough to sit still. My son's cold was the perfect excuse to play hooky from the shop and read my spooky book all day. The very next day had us up early buying old junk for the store which of course set my brain buzzing with new ideas etc. etc. Due to our lack of snow accumulation this winter my fellow midwesterners appear to be like squirrels in the middle of the road, running back and forth, perpetually confused. Not enough snow to ski or sled, too cold to play outside, what to do, what to do? I have now taken my 3 year old ice skating 3 times to no avail. He is just not ready and refuses to even try to stand up so my best intentions go down the toilet along with my admission, skate rental fee, and patience. My husband and I take turns whizzing around the rink so our afternoon doesn't seem a total waste of time. Hot chocolate doesn't even help because than my dear one just cries and complains "it's too hot, it's too hot" even with 89 icecubes in his tiny styrofoam cup. Ugh. I am also getting tired of spending my hard earned pennies(it is January)at the neighborhood coffee shop. Don't get me wrong, I love our little local place, there is no need to go across the street to the commercial establishment, but vegan pastries and large mochas add up. Somehow I always feel less guilty eating the vegan fare, but probably shouldn't hold out hope that they are less fattening. Who cares anyway, it's winter, let's get fat. Seriously though, that is my other problem, exercise,just can't seem to get motivated. Thankfully I am busy enough to not worry, but in a few months we will all be running around half naked and I would like my junk to just not shake as much. Well I will get serious in February. February we should have snow.  February is when I have my ski plans, that is if my friend can fit into her ski pants. Every year we hold our breath to get the snap shut and shuffle out to the slopes, buzzed on cold air, companionship, and margaritas. Yes, even in the dead of winter a margarita can solve all your problems. For now though it is time to get my wild child in bed, turn off those insufferable preschool cartoons, and run for the wine bottle and my robe. Ah yes, winter, back to my couch. Good night world.