All this, and I didn’t even mention the s’mores.

It’s so cold, I’m wearing gloves...in the house, y’all. See?

The fingertip is missing because my dog got hungry; or maybe because it’s so cold, she got bored. Anyway, we have stained concrete floors in our home, which is awesomtastic in the summer, or when there are 40 teenagers from church over for lunch. It’s not so awesome, though, when it’s 23 degrees outside. It’s hard to keep your feet warm in such circumstances, unless your kids bought you 3 pair of warm, cozy, ultra-plush NapSoft socks from Brookstone for Christmas. At first I was embarrassed when I realized that I had left such a lazy impression on them to warrant such a gift. I mean, they were a little too excited when they gave them to me, and said, “We know how you love to nap, mom.” Now that I think about it, it’s entirely possible that they walked out of Brookstone laughing at me. But that’s okay; they don’t know that I laugh, too, when I see the envy on their faces every time I wear them.

You might hate the teeth-chattering cold. On the other hand, you may love it. I’m not here today on List Wednesday to give allegiance to #teamsummer or #teamwinter, or to start a heated debate. I just think there are some reasons we all have to appreciate the bitter cold that we might tend to overlook when we’re consumed by the fact that we’re freezing our tails off.

Frito Pie. If it’s true that Daisy Dean Doolin was the first person to ever put Fritos, chili, and shredded cheddar cheese together in a bowl (and Wikipedia says it, so I’m sure it’s legit), then Daisy Dean Doolin should be a household name. Also, we should have a holiday to honor her memory. Seriously, Christopher Columbus and the new world v. Daisy Dean Doolin and the Frito Pie…I think you see my point. That right there is legacy.

If you work from home, you can wear your pajamas all day long. Coincidentally, this also tends to apply to the other 3 seasons of the year, but in those months, people are more apt to stop by or invite you to a last-minute lunch; therefore, the risk is somewhat higher.

You don’t have to feel guilty about not going outside and exercising. When it’s freezing cold outside and you see someone running down the street, you say to yourself, “That jogger is out of her ever-loving mind.” When it’s balmy and sunny and you see that same jogger, you say to yourself, “I bet her kids didn’t buy her nap socks for Christmas,” and then you’re forced to go put on your tennis shoes.

You don’t have to mow the grass. Not that I ever do, because my husband doesn’t trust me on the riding mower. Something about straight lines, I don’t know. Anyway, the break from mowing seemed like a good thing to mention…you know, for the people who do that sort of thing.

School closings and delays. It’s alternately exciting and frustrating on those mornings when you’re waiting to hear from the school district. You haven’t gotten out of your pajamas to know for sure, but it looks dangerous out there. Plus, the buzz on Facebook is that the roads are too treacherous, because who, besides maybe school officials, doesn’t love a snow day? The whole town is under the covers refreshing their mobile devices in hopes that they can all spend the day right there. But then, sometimes those school officials don’t even read Facebook or care that they’re breaking the hearts of thousands of children. They got out of their pajamas and into their cars and didn’t even hit one stupid patch of ice.

Snuggies. This one needs no explanation, obviously.

When it’s cold and wet outside, the kids are home more often. They’re not off playing sand volleyball or doing who knows what. I love that, especially considering that I have one about to graduate from high school in a few months. More family time = more nap sock wearing and Frito Pie. The only downside is that when the kids are home more, you hear, “Hey, mom, what are we gonna eat?” more times than you would consider appropriate. Also, Spongebob Squarepants is on the TV.

More quality time with the dog. She’s really sweet when she’s not eating my gloves, Clay’s running watch, Abby’s pig pillow pet, Brandon’s Nike Elites, or the windowsill. And when she’s inside the house, little Harriet Tubman isn’t digging tunnels under the fence so that she can escape and take all the neighborhood dogs with her. Those sweaters dogs wear in the wintertime are so cute, too. Bonus: Ours thinks hers is a straitjacket and barely moves when she’s wearing it.

I’m sure there’s more, but I’ll leave some for you to express in the comment box below. I’m gonna go take a nap.

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Anonymous

The good news about your glove is that you can use your smart phone now without taking the glove off. I think your dog is a genius!

Darla

Cold weather day are not only good for staying in your PJ’s all day, but I tend to get alot of cleaning done (between naps, of course). The bonus is that I find alot of things I forgot we even had and it’s like Christmas again! Wow, I didn’t know I had 12 picture frames, three coffee cups with my name on them, 4 unwrapped CD’s, etc. So I just have myself a little celebration,eat entirely too much snack food, and read books that I thought were lost but found in a drawer as I was cleaning. I don’t have concrete floors, but I do live in a pier and beam house with wood floors which mean I have frigid air underneath my floors which means that I, too, am wearing fuzzy sock. Lovin’ these kind of days!

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