Freezing

The North Pole decided to make a prolonged pit stop in our neck of the woods over Christmas, and it has been unusually cold for several days. I love chilly weather, but freezing temperatures are a bit much, even for me.

My husband brought in piles of fire wood, and I must say, I have enjoyed the fireplace immensely. When we first bought our house, he was excited about a fireplace, but I had never had one and didn’t understand what the big deal was. I was sold, however, after the first fire he lit, and I have loved it ever since.

On Christmas night, it was bitterly cold again, so my husband lit a fire, and he brought me a glass of wine. (Yes, he’s a keeper for sure.) We snuggled on the couch together, the warmth soothing our skin, the fire crackling and popping as it gently lit the room. I can’t think of a better way to finish the holiday.

I’m not a fan of artificial fireplaces. If you have to plug in your fireplace, well, you don’t really have a fireplace. You have an entertainment center. There’s no substitute for real flames, the dancing light, the calming warmth, and the gentle snapping and sizzling of burning wood.

Would you like to sit and stare at the fake fire?
No thanks! I’ll take a real fireplace.

I won’t be sad to see the freezing weather move along, but I will be disappointed when it’s too warm to light a fire. We should be able to enjoy it for at least one more night, though, and I’m looking forward to it!

Here We Go Again

Of course, the morning I have to get up extra early is the coldest morning of the season!  It was so hard to slip out from the warm covers, my soft pillow, and my husband’s sleepy arms, but I had a work event bright and early, so I braved the cold morning…reluctantly.  Very reluctantly!

By some miracle, I have no events, appointments, or obligations after work, so I get to head straight home and actually enjoy an evening with my husband and stepson.  Number one on my agenda is to fit in a workout: any kind of workout, even just 10 minutes, just to move my body, sweat a little, and then enjoy a long, hot shower on a chilly evening.  I can already hear a cozy blanket, the fireplace, and my husband’s lap calling my name.

We got some news recently that didn’t exactly surprise us.  Psycho is playing her latest round of me-me-me drama, dragging the kids around yet again, and and it’s already taking its toll.  All three kids’ grades have dropped over the past week or so.  Two of them are getting serial Fs.  

I already knew, just from seeing their grades, that the crazy had been dialed way up at their other home.  And I already suspected the source: the same person who typically causes upheaval and stress in their lives, but wastes not even a precious second worrying about the impact on them, as long as she is getting what she wants.  

I certainly hope the attention, the drama, the pity, and the handouts from her daddy make it worth it to her.  Because it sure as hell isn’t worth it to the kids.

No one is exactly shocked that yet another person has decided his life would be better without Psycho in it.  We are also not surprised that she has made no effort to protect the kids from her incessant lust for melodrama, and that every choice has been made for her maximal gain and the kids’ utmost detriment.  Her priorities are loud and clear, and once again, the kids don’t even make her list.

My older stepson said he described his dad’s and my relationship as “solid” when he was telling a friend about us before meeting us for the first time.  That meant a lot to me, and I am proud that he feels safe, secure, and stable in our home.

If the best someone can offer the kids is instability, stress, yelling, worthlessness, and total dependence on others, then perhaps she should spend more time reflecting on much-needed personal improvements, and less time obsessing over my husband and me.  But that would be rational, sane, and empathetic to the kids, and I already know better than to expect that.

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Brrrrrr

a05484e25315e7f532fa26d24d4d7ff9We somehow managed to wake up in the North Pole this morning.  I’m not going to complain too much, though (for once), since we are at least above freezing temperatures and can still safely go outside!  The forecast for the mid-west sounds surreal, like something out of that movie The Day After Tomorrow.

Above freezing or not, I still don’t relish the idea of suiting up and going running in the biting cold.  So, dear old gym, let’s make a date, shall we?  I will be seeing you sometime this fine evening.  Mind you, I’d much rather snuggle up under a warm, cozy blanket on the couch, next to a crackling fireplace, tucked up tight against my husband since he kicks off body heat like my own personal furnace, but that will just have to wait until after my workout.

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