Winter is the worst time to be a parent who stays at home.
Typically, I would also be working, writing a weekly column for a travel site that is preparing to launch. But the preparations are keeping my editor busy right now, and with 13 columns stored up in her files, I am not needed at the moment.
So my days are long, unbroken by a life of the mind that was so hard to achieve. While the break was welcome during my difficult first trimester, now I am staring at weeks and months of cold, brown days in which I must conjure activities and fun for my preschooler while I gestate her sibling.
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Choice is good though I am also dreaming of spring…the flowers the grass the take my hyper toddler outside to romp in the grass.
don’t you wish you could hibernate?
Mrs. Chicken, I know it’s not your style, but CU has an awesome parenting MeetUp group that plans outings practically every day of the week. Then you don’t have to think about what are you going to do, you just show up to activities. They go on field trips to fire departments, see the inner workings of grocery stores, have playdates by age group… Check into it.
I am definitely feeling your pain.
I’m hungry for spring too. Starving.
Take care, you.
Oh don’t even get me started!!!! I’m counting the days until spring!! I live in seattle right now, so winter is dreadful here! Summer time is more beatiful then anywhere else, but winter forget about it! Nothing but dark cloudy days day after day! Today was the first day that I saw the sun in 17 days! arrrggghhh
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I hear you. I don’t think you’re feeling helpless or lacking in resources, but I think you’re feeling some melancholy and would like to retreat into yourself to nurture the babe in your belly.
The Poo needs *so much* from you right now, I assume (based on my E) — entertainment, constant feedback, new suggestions for exploring, and all-day comfort when you need that energy for yourself.
I agree. The spring will bring you all tremendous relief. When you’re outside with the Poo, you can zone out some while she zones *in.* And it’s so healing, balancing, grounding for everyone to be outside and tuned into the cycles in our world. It calms the frazzled young energy and soothes *our* weary bones.
You need some balm, friend.
I know it brings up a lot of issues and guilt around your choice to stay home with your child, but you’re really talking about *deeper* needs within you. You’d feel this frustration even if you were working or had a hot freelance project right now.
You and me both, Mrs. C. Spring is buried beneath so many feet of snow here I can barely bring myself to believe that it’s coming.