Cabin Fever has set in here, and set in hard. We've been through most of the movies in our arsenal, sang every princess song known to man, and we're now relegated to dressing up in church clothes and putting on makeup. It's only 9 am. We could be in big trouble here.
I really shouldn't complain. We're warm, we've got lights, and we can nuke up some chicken nuggets when lunchtime rolls around. We also have access to the all-important chocolate milk. No rationing has been instituted. Showers this morning were warm. I don't even have on socks right now. Life is good.
Most important, I'm having a second day in a row with my children. For a woman who's most recent complaint is feeling like she's missing the childhoods of her offspring, this ice is a gift from heaven. Guess I'd better get off of the computer and open up the wrapping paper. Time to enjoy some cabin fever.