I know I’m not supposed to complain, so I’m trying really hard not to. Unfortunately, I don’t think that I can help it. Perhaps I just don’t want to.
I’m irritable. I’m cranky. I’m in pain. I’m frustrated. There, there are all my complaints. I could probably think of some more, but I don’t want to sound too negative.
I write, but that doesn’t seem to be helping. I just want to lay down. My kids have all this energy and I look at them like they’re insane. I find myself saying, “No” more often. Sometimes I even add, “Move off me.” I feel really bad when that happens, but not bad enough to resolve the issue.
I know we just had a terribly long, horrible, disgustingly painful winter, but today, yesterday, that doesn’t matter. I remember the winter and couldn’t wait to get here, but now that I’m here, I find myself miserable again.
Depression? Nah. I’ve learned that my mood goes with temperature control. When I walk through the carnival and seek the wind from the rides, I realize I’ve had enough. At the parade when the top of my head is hot to the touch, I’m done. When my flesh is burning from the sunlight and I crave the greasy, smelly, feeling of sunblock, I’m spent.
I know after this winter I shouldn’t put forth a complaint, but the truth is, I’m sick of this heat! Why can’t we just have a normal temperatured day? I’m envious of 75 year-round. That, I could live with. This scorching 90 degrees is miserable.
That’s all for today.