Regular readers of this blog will know that we are little bit
obsessed, okay very, interested in the weather around here. Unfortunately, the weather is not that interested in us at present. Cold. Grey. Rainy. And on a public holiday Monday as well. Has it no respect?
After three days at home, pretty much alone with two bouncing boys as The Builder attended to business in The Big Smoke, I can honestly say that Cabin Fever is a very real condition. In fact, Mr7 has developed a raging temperature just to add to my joy.
But it is Mr4 who is most affected by the weather. Mr Perpetual Motion goes completely insane when stuck inside for any length of time, let alone for several days. He is literally bouncing off the walls. And the sofa. And the bed. And, once when I wasn’t watching, the dining table. If there is something to be leapt upon, jumped off or attacked with the pair of socks he is currently wearing tucked into his pyjamas to represent nunchucks, he will find it.
After three days, I am ready to find the nearest happy, quiet, peaceful place and crawl into it. And I’m certain that preschool teachers around the state are at home preparing themselves for the week of rainy days ahead. Imagine being confined to a classroom with 20 or so Mr4s. Shudder. I take my hat off to them.
[image: cute art print from leearthaus/etsy]