I have seasonal affect disorder, in that I need seasons.

[k2daisy]

 We had a bunch of snow the last few days, and I cannot tell you how much it has felt like a relief. I have been complaining for ages that I have been wearing the same style of clothes for over a year -- capris, t-shirt, and sandals. I moved down to Florida in mid-November (and it wasn't very cold in Chicago when I left) where it was hot and sunny every goddamn day, and then I came back in late March where spring warmth had already begun. The hot summer here lingered through late October. So two days ago, when we got snow, it was a genuine change after all of this time. To look out and see my garden and backyard white and cold, I just loved it. 

It's yet another moment to nudge me forward again. To be around real seasons means I am truly back in my regular life. It's another step away from my Florida time, and all that that entailed. I missed that regularity, seeing time march on visually in nature. I am ready for more of that, for sure.

But first I have to get that new roof done. Luckily this snow is quickly melting, and we are expected to be in the 40-50s again for a few more weeks. So it should get done. 

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My plan of daily cleaning is going well. Well, it is in terms of the house being fairly clean all the time. It is not going well in terms of my feeling like I am constantly cleaning every goddamn day. Because every day I am goddamn cleaning something. Maybe it wouldn't bother me so much if I wasn't the only person in the house cleaning, but I am. Every day I do dishes 3-4 times, and then I find a bowl he left somewhere random. I do laundry at least twice a week, and then I spend the days between moving the basket of folded laundry from the floor to his side of the bed over and over until he finally puts his clean folded clothes away. 

I know this is the deal we made when we decided that I would quit my job and stay home and he would financially support us with his very draining job with lots of long hours of work. But dammit now I understand why housewives were seething messes in the 1950s. It's very easy to get annoyed at little things. 

But also, daily cleaning is annoying as hell, even if it was just my stuff. Today is cleaning the floors, making dog food, and yes a load of laundry, so I better get going on that. Because most of that work is due to the dogs (SO MUCH HAIR ALL THE TIME), and I can't get too annoyed at their sweet faces and grateful wagging tails. 

Comments

[denynothing1]

I'd be interested to do a year or two somewhere with traditional seasons -- we have them here, of course, but they are obvs different and I think one has to live here for a while to feel them. I was born in FL but can't speak for them -- I left when I was 4 years old and my impression of it is as an adult is that it's much more homogeneous weather-wise than the west coast. It's not a place I'd like to spend any time in to find out tbh.

In conclusion, solidarity on the cleaning thing -- I do the same out of necessity every day and am shocked by how much housework even just one person can generate, never mind having to pick up after two. And the hair, yes, though that's all mine. ;-) It's SO annoying.

[lisforlilydale]

Hooray for real seasons! I'm glad you found some comfort there.

[haphazardmethod]

I’m glad the snow won’t derail the roofing project! We are anticipating rain, which I think will delay the fence project.