A week ago I blogged about how I’ve grown used to the tumultuous weather here in New England.  How I am a recovering Weather Channel addict and no longer have the urge to constantly check the forecast.

Pardon me as I open my mouth and insert a foot.

Allow me to explain.

All week it has been 37F degrees outside, and raining. Heavily. Oh, and then there’s the occasional 50 mph wind gust.

This is the kind of weather that scoffs at umbrellas and rain boots; fogs your car windows and floods the streets.  And old man winter finds it hilarious that we’re all freezing in our Spring raincoats.

I mean, if it’s going to be in the 30’s, give me snow.  So we can at least still go outside and play, plows can clear the roads, and school can be canceled.

Because schlepping a kiddo around in torrential rain that is damn near freezing and coming down sideways, blows.

Being stuck inside for over a week in an effort to stay warm and dry gets old quick.  And for a 4-year old (and her mom), it can be maddening.  There are only so many DVD’s to watch, books to read, and crafts to glue before we get delusional.

The meteorologist says to not expect any dry weather or sun until maybe next week.

But I swear I saw a rainbow at breakfast while eating me Lucky Charms…

As I write this, it is still only Tuesday. TUESDAY.

Okay, so maybe it is just me.

Perhaps it may have something to do with the fact that I am on lock down upstairs. Alone.

Babisodes is spiking a fever so she is spending quality time with Dadisodes while I count the tiny cracks on the ceiling of my bedroom.

It is very sweet of him to take time away from work and take over the reigns so the fetus and I are not exposed to germs, but I’m losing my marbles. I feel awful hearing Babisodes’ congested voice downstairs and not being able to take care of her.

Not to mention, this week is when I finally have my level 2 ultrasound. This means my doctor will be checking for fetal growth and signs of abnormalities, as well as determining the long awaited sex of the baby.

In the meantime, I am doing my best to pass the time while I’m in the hole. I haven’t lost it enough to sign up for NaBloPoMo or NaNoWriMo again just yet (have you?), but I have been reading blogs, scouring Craigslist for crap I don’t need, and crocheting a bazillion small projects.

I rarely crochet.

In fact, I honestly have no idea how to do it properly and the last time I tried was over 5 years ago.

Nonetheless, I now have enough kitchen towels and beanie hats for everyone in the neighborhood.

I also just completed a multicolored, unisex newborn hat.

Simply because I could not wait the extra few days to make a solid pink or blue one.

Maybe next time.

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