People, I’m allergic to polar vortex. To everyone who suggested I move to BUFFALO, NY you are out of your freakin’ minds. Temperatures here have frozen our van’s wheelchair lift, and made it downright impossible to get out with everyone. So all week, I’ve been here, at home, feeding the wood stove continuously while piling layers on myself and slowly going mad. CABIN FEVER! Here’s how to spot the seven signs.
1. Shock and denial. Every morning I wake up, roll out of bed in the clothes I wore the day before (because it’s too cold to change or shower) look outside and wonder “How can it be this cold AGAIN, in NEW JERSEY? I must have been dropped in the arctic circle by aliens while I slept.”
2. Pain and Pudding
We could definitely make this work.
Airfare for seven to Honolulu: $6,552. Curses!
Let it be written on my tombstone, “I have fought the good fight, yet I couldn’t finish the laundry. I still managed to keep the faith.”
5. Upward Turn. But then I catch a glimpse of the coming forecast, Wunderground says it’s going to be warmer! And the highs are above freezing! Fifty-one on Sunday?!?! Flip-flops and Mojitos on the pool deck for Candlemas!
7. The seventh sign can sneak up on you if you’re not paying attention because of it’s delayed onset: Pregnancy. I was married in October 2001. Addie was born in September 2002. Byron arrived thirteen months later in October of 2003. We lived in Syracuse, NY. Do the math. I know what I’m talking about. I predict LOTS of polar vortex babies this year. Not from me (my husbands hands are always too cold) but be aware!
If you’re still stuck inside, be sure to swing back to Jen’s for more takes to pass the time and distract you from the misery of winter. And blue lips, don’t forget to enter my Just 11 Stitches giveaway for your chance to win your own pair of fingerless mittens or $30 in store credit. That’s an upward turn for sure.