It's still February.

I have been having a hard time coping with the tail-end of winter.
I suffer from SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder), as I am sure 99 percent of the residents of Utah do.
C'mon! It is February.
The snow needs to stop.

So, I haven't been in the greatest of moods, throw Valentines Day on top of that, and you have yourself a recipe for a complete melt-down...
Who in the H thought of that holiday?
It isn't good for anyone.

For those who do not have a significant other, it is "single awareness day."
And for those who DO have a significant other, it is "single-life contemplation day."

If there are a scant few of you who DID have a fantastic holiday, complete with sentimental gifts and heart-felt appreciation, well then I hate you, and I sincerely hope that your fancy chocolates go straight to your thighs.

I spent the whole day feeling sorry for myself.
I still feel sorry for myself.
I feel under-appreciated.
No, not under-appreciated, as "under" would indicate that at some point there was some appreciation.
I feel non-appreciated.
And I don't care if that is a real word or not.

So I am gathering laundry today, and slowing getting over "Love" day.
Mikayla is following me around, chatting non-stop.

I am deep in my own misery, and not really hearing her...
Until this:

"...and mom, some of the kids in my class are getting new babies at their house, and their mom's have so big of tummies! I think they don't know about Weight Watchers."

I chuckled a little and asked her if she knew about Weight Watchers.

"Yeah, it's where you get skinny...like YOU!"

And folks, this is where I smile for the first time in two days, because it is the closest thing to a Valentines sentiment/compliment that I have gotten.

Then she continues...

"...but Weight Watchers didn't do anything for that butt of yours."

I forgot a title.

Normally I look forward to a good head cold.
Really, I do.

I like to have an excuse to take care of myself.
I know as soon as I ingest my beloved Nyquil, I can hole up into that hazy-fuzzy slipper-clad comfort land.
Love curling up on the couch with a fleece blanket and a shallow novel, or even better...hours and hours of uninterrupted Food Network.

I refer to the Food Network as Stay at Home Mom Porn.

Nothing better than watching someone else mix up a triple layer chocolate cake with ganache and white chocolate curls....Ina Garten anyone?

And I love me some "Unwrapped" and "Iron Chef America."

No needless to say, when this head-yuck hit me like a ton of bricks yesterday, I was looking forward to some Nyquil and some couch time.

Except...at some point since I purchased my last batch of Nyquil, they have changed the formula.

IT DOESN'T WORK ANYMORE!

I didn't get any relief.
I feel like crap.
My whole body hurts.
My eyes hurt.
I can't lay down, or read, or watch "Ace of Cakes."
I really have to be SICK!
Like really miserable.

Unless you have a suggestion?
Any luck with cold meds?
Do tell.

I just hope it doesn't spread, cause the only thing worse than me being sick, is Sam having himself a man-cold.

Oh garbage.

I have been "tagged" a bazillion times on Facebook with this 25 random things about me tag.
I don't do tags.
Sigh.
I feel guilty.
And besides, it is sunday night, and I can either:
A: Play another excruciatingly long game of Chutes and Ladders with the kids, or
B: "mommy has some important computer work to do."

So here it is.
My 25 random things that I posted on Facebook.
So if you didn't see it over there, then you get it here.
And if you feel so inclined, you can tag yourself and make up your own 25 random things and post them.

Go ahead and link me if you do, cause I like having "computer work" to do.

1- I can't eat/drink anything blue-colored. Kool-aid, M&M's, popsicles....
2- I am deathly afraid of mice.
3- I love to watch old school Tom and Jerry cartoons.
4- The 4th of July is my favorite holiday, mostly for the smell of the fireworks.
5- I hate Jazz music. It makes me want to pierce my own eardrums.
6- I have never tasted alcohol.
7- When I cook, sometimes I pretend that I am on my own cooking show, and narrate everything I am doing: "Now, let's level off 1/4 c. of sugar, and blend it into the mixture..."
8- I hoard shampoo. I ran out once, and had to use dawn dish soap. I guess I am afraid of running out again.
9- I don't like people to breathe on me. When Sam and I are in bed, I have to put up a pillow wall if he is facing me. With his breath.
10- I don't like melons. Not Honeydews, or Cantaloupes, or even Watermelon. I especially hate it in fruit salad mixed in with innocent good stuff like green grapes, which then take on the crappy taste of the melons...
11- I also hate raisins. Nothing ruins a good cinnamon roll like the fruit of the devil.
12- I am addicted to Burt's Bees Lip Shimmer. I have literally turned the car around to go back home for it.
13- I really like to vacuum.
14- I have flown in a hot air balloon.
15- I can drink liquids through my nose. Mostly water. Mountain Dew hurt.
16- I have torus palatinus. (<---bet you have to look that one up!)
17- I took first place in a Roller Derby.
18- I have a fascination with old cemeteries, especially foreign ones, where there are old crypts and crumbling mausoleums.
19- Walnuts and pecans give me canker sores.
20- I am legally blind without my contacts or glasses. And my glasses are hideous. I think they are from 1992.
21- My eyeliner is tattooed on. It hurt. It hurt a lot.
22- I gave up caffeine in June. My kidneys are happy. My dentist will be sad.
23- I love to color. Especially with a new box of Crayola's. I love Brick Red the best.
24- I have a birthmark on my bottom. :)
25- I can't swim worth a crap, and I am afraid of water....but I scuba dive.

There you have it.
You can consider your day worth living now, knowing all that good stuff.

I'm not dead.

Just really crabby.

You would be glad that I have not been around to spew my wrath on the internet.

I am in an "I Don't Care For My Current Life" rut.
Laundry. Cook. Clean. Look for lost shoes. Repeat.

My kids are ever so glad to be able to go! to! school! every morning.
And Sam has been early to work...
Anything to escape the crazy lady with the kitchen knife.

I think this long crappy winter is finally causing me to crack.