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Cabin Fever Ramblings By: Angela Marie on 1/22/2005; 3:45 PM Ah, the skies are gray and snowflakes are falling heavily. They're not the fat lazy picture perfect fluffly little pups - these little guys mean business. Grimly they are driven by the mean northeast wind, and pile up on every thing they come in contact with. The frigid air they arrive on freezes my nostrils together, and reminds me to trim my nasal hairs every time I work up the courage to step outdoors. So how do I spend my weekend in this white coated world? I really do try to stay amused and busy, but my sanity is about to take wings and fly. This morning I found in my inbox a post notifying me of a trip to the Bahamas I had won. Hey, hey, hey... the perfect escape! Alas, one must book 60 days in advance...what good will that do me when I need to escape today? Two months from now the world will be bright, sunshiny, and bursting with the joy of new life - why would I want to escape then? Okay, I can't escape my temporary prison so I'll just try to make do. Music brings joy doesn't it? My daughter has been trying unsuccessfully to whistle a tune...that's music. Well, it was...of a sort... the first 10 attempts. The 75th try finds me ready to shout, "Shut it up already!" I doubt I'd be heard anyways. My son is screeching along on his violin emiiting sounds more like a strangled cat than the beautiful heartwarming music I had pictured in my mind. No music just won't do today! Nothing works better to soothe and warm a frigid heart than a soothing bath eh? Yeah, I tried that too. Three phone calls and two "Mommy I need to use the bathrooms" later, I give it up, and remind myself to watch where I step...I hear the cat puking outside the bathroom door. When all else fails, try prayer. So for today, I'll ask the good Lord above to grant me the strength to endure until the fall of night, when I can tuck in the bickering kids, turn out the lights, pull the covers over my head and sleep. Yes, I'll sleep the night through, and tomorrow I'll wake up to another day...another white day to spend in my snow fenced prison...
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