Have I fallen victim to sweatpants and seasonal depression? The past few weeks have seen repetitive to say the least. I wake up, brush my teeth (if I remember or can find the energy to), pull on my husband’s grey sweatpants, drink a tall cup of black coffee, and scroll endlessly on my phone when I can hear the little voice inside my head say, “You should be reading right now.” After what seems like an hour or two wasted, I get up, put on whatever shoes are near me (usually my slippers), grab an oversized coat and my car keys, and head over to my sister’s house 2 minutes down the road.
I get home around 5 pm almost every day. “Cook” dinner, which ends up being Oreos and Cheetos with a side of Dexter on Netflix with Hubby next to me taking out my toe jam, which has been the highlight of my day lately. The toe jam thing, not Dexter, Although I have seen the series about three times and keep going back for more, so what does that tell you? We watch the telly untill our eyes can’t stay open, which usually ends up being 9 pm.
We head upstairs, where the house always seems chillier due to our temperamental heating system. I rush to brush my teeth when I remember not brushing them that morning, and I promise to do better tomorrow. I turn the shower to scalding because my toes are freezing, and all I want is to burn the cold off. I jump into bed and wrap myself around my furnace of a husband. And I fall asleep.
I wake up and do the same thing all over again, with the exception of remembering to brush my teeth. I wake up, brush my teeth, pull on my husband’s sweatpants, drink my coffee, and scroll my phone.
Wake up, brush teeth, hubby’s sweatpants, coffee, scroll. Wake, teeth, sweatpants, coffee, scroll.
Again and again and again. So, to answer the question at the beginning of this post, Yes. I think I may be suffering from a small dose of seasonal depression. It is just too cold to do anything. The temperature keeps dropping, causing snow and more snow, and the only reason I leave the house is because my sister just had her baby, and well, she was named after me; thus, I can’t leave her to fend the world without my influence; now, can I?
So, how do I keep going under such depressing times? If you guessed my husband’s sweatpants, you would be correct. They bring me so much comfort and hide how bloated I am from all the Oreos and Cheetos I have been eating. Another part of my brain wonders if they are why I can’t seem to get out of this funk. Are they enabling me? I mean, maybe just a little haha.
