Okay, maybe it's not so much cabin fever as a strong desire to take a nap coupled with the realization that I'm going to have to work my behind off this week and I should be cleaning something.
We have more snow. the "hello" is under about six more inches of the white stuff.
I would very much like to put a "closed for the season" on my front door and ignore the outside world.
Friday I went and spend a boatload of money for food on sale. Alas, the kids were home when I brought it in the house and they have been on an eating safari. They finished off two cans of Pringles today.
I'm trying to warn them there is no more where that came from, but they are eating their fool heads off. DS-12 is just starting into the teenage boy eat-everything-that-isn't-nailed-down phase and DS-8 has no control when it comes to treats.
Wyo. Sis. DS-12 has also inherited my sloth-like characteristics. DS-8 not so much. He'd love to be going all of the time. Poor kid, he has me for a mother.
Lil Bro. I know the dog problem. Our cat has developed a taste for the great outdoors, so now when we walk outside we kind of have to sidle out the door with one food pushing the cat back inside as we go. She jumps like a deer, so it's a pretty good trick leaving without her.