Well, it’s just that the days are really, really long in the short kind of way. The dark by 5:30 way, the pent up energy way, the bouncing from walls way (her) and the silence, please way (you).
The beauty of motherhood is that you learn to power through it. You do it because you must, not because you want to, or because you’re selfless, or because you’ve been blessed with an extra nurturing gene. You do it because there’s a little person following you around, and she hears the sigh in your lung, the edge in your voice.
I mean, you might as well address the issue.
So, new Loechner law:
She who is feeling bluesy must hereby draw a remedy from the official ‘Winter Blues Cure Jar,’ located just north of the kitchen counter pistachios. Contents of said remedy must be acted upon immediately, with no arguments from the subconscious mind/body/soul of said bluesy one. Cure will take effect in five minutes or less, although patience is always encouraged.
A few standby cures that have worked wonders so far:
Spritz some lavender
Listen to this song
Build a fire
Google a toddler joke
Host a kitchen dance party
Thirty jumping jacks
Make raw brownies
Speed walk around the block
Drink a full glass of water
Tell me, what’s your best cure for the winter blues? Have any good ones for us to add to the jar? I’m all ears!