Last throes of winter blues, boredom and blogging
Det finns inget dåligt väder, bara dåliga kläder. Swedish for “There is no bad weather, only bad clothing.” My Madisonian friend, Sam, first introduced me to this phrase a couple months ago, and I’ve adopted it as my life mantra. The phrase can speak volumes of a person’s disposition, extending farther than feelings toward bad weather.
Blues & Boredom
Normally Winter does not get to me like it does other people. But living in the city is different. And even though we can get ourselves out of town with Zipcar, there hasn’t been much snow this year…only A LOT of rain….which in my opinion, is the worst weather. Cold, rain – yuk! Any day that has not been raining, even cloudy and cold, I’ve made it a point to bike or walk somewhere and this has helped me through this winter with a newborn.
And then there are Saturdays like this past one. The rain started Saturday morning and I saw what the forecast had in store for us…the bitchiness set in and didn’t let up until the following morning. Saturday consisted of Kyle making is knife block and not understanding how to make Annika happy and me rolling my eyes constantly and making Annika happy. These are the days where that saying, “Kids will make a beautiful marriage ugly” makes sense. Tears.
Sunday morning and daylight savings, Spring Forward, (also, Kyle’s morning to sleep in) was much better. Woke up, geared up with my Marmot pants, Mountain Hardware jacket, rain boots and the stroller decked out and we went on a stroll through professor slums that is Brattle Street to Darwins LTD to sip coffee. There were many new rivers and ponds from all the rain.
Blogging
While I was at Darwins, I read a New York Times article, “Honey, Don’t Bother Mommy. I’m Too Busy Building My Brand.” The subject of the article was about mommy bloggers…me! Blogging as a mom is very diary-ish and a great way to relate to fellow mothers. I learned how some stay at home mommies make six figures doing this – nuts!
Today I took a walk around Fresh Pond to see what the damage was after three days of continuous rain and to have fun in my duck hunting boot. A guy passed me running and stopped to say, “I thought I was hard core.”
