This is how I spend most of the day every day right now:
Yes, those are my pajamas. I have no shame. Well, actually I do.... hence the disguise. You're crazy if you think I am splashing my frightening, just-out-of bed-even-though-it's-noon self all over the internet. I'd lose all my blog readers.
Curly was kind enough to take this picture of me. I tell her not to take pictures of me when she's wandering around the house snapping away but once in a while she slips one in. Thanks, Curly.
I know there exist human beings out there somewhere. In fact I saw some yesterday when I ventured off my couch for the kids' birthday party. Usually, though, I am here, in my cave and the extrovert part of my personality is quivering and crying and begging for relief.
Someday, I tell myself, the weather will be better. The baby will be older; the kids will be able to put on their own coats. It will be light enough to drive in the evenings; my friends won't be busy, my Hubby won't be tired and sick and cranky and Mister won't be napping. I will see human beings again. I will.