Here's what cabin fever looks like today:
We've had a reverse-evacuation to the confines of the condo. Its 20 or so degrees out. We've got unbearable wind chills, little heartiness to the cold from this CA gal, and a baby who prefers, no, demands to be naked. Our skin is about to peel off from the fake dry air. We've run out of things to talk about and the silences are muy awkward. I can't verify this but I think Little M may be petitioning to go back. He didn't bargain for extreme weather conditions that kept him locked up like an ailing hermit.
What would C. Huxtable do in this situation? Manhandle Mr. Huxtable into moving to a more moderate and sensible location.
In the meantime, I've taken to Little M's method of pacification. It's actually quite nice.
S & M (oh my - just realized that I've been signing alot of things with those initials that represent something a bit different than the mother/son relationship. Nice.)
1 year ago