SAD + ADHD = This blog post

I'm suffering with a serious case of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder). As a side effect of living with The Hudson Storm, I'm also suffering with ADHD, minus the one part of the disorder that might be beneficial.. Hyperactivity. I guess you could say I had Attention Deficit HYPO-active Disorder then. Suffering with both of these disorders at the same time is what blog posts like this are made of.....

In an effort to combat the SAD part of me, I've been staring at pictures from the past few summers. Ohhh, how I long for warmer days, feeling the sun on my skin, playing in the backyard long after supper, and even the smell of sunscreen and bug spray... I don't mean to wish all my time away, but SUMMER COME BACK!!

I want to look at the sky at 7:30 pm and still see the sun. I want to walk outside and feel warmth, instead of frigid temps and rain. I want to trade our heavy blankets in for beach towels...

-I'm freezing today. I nearly ordered a snuggie, then I remembered I have a housecoat, so I turned it backwards and enjoyed the warmth. Only, even that didn't warm me up enough, so I pulled my feverish child into my lap, and tried to use his body heat. And even that didn't work. So, I looked at more summer pictures. And in the files with those summer pics, I came across some of these...

-I LOVE the sweet smile on Thunder's face each day at the bus stop, so happy to be home from a rigorous day of learning ABC's and 123's.

-Thunder's still not crazy about school, and tries to get out of going daily. Last week, he pretended to be asleep in the car drop-off line. When the teacher opened his door, he continued faking, and had to be shaken and "woken up" to get out of the car. Gotta give him credit for trying.

-I wish so badly my sisters lived here. I miss them (and their babies) so much.

-Last fall, while visiting a friend's new baby, this photo was snapped. The next day, Nikki e-mailed it to me with the caption, "Don't even think about it." Hilarious...

-At the moment, Lightning is pitching a fit. I have no idea why. It's almost like background music here, in the Hudson House for Wayward Children. During all waking hours, one of the five is undoubtedly crying. And if you don't hear crying, you better find out why it's so quiet. Quiet in this house does not always mean peace. It usually means something more along these lines...

-Combating cabin fever, Hail and Lightning played Jenga with all of our old VHS tapes. Yes, they're still scattered about the living room floor. No, I don't plan on picking them up anytime soon.

-Hail just asked me why my belly is so squishy. I told him to go look in the mirror, he'd find the answer there. Only, that's not entirely true. Unless he's holding a doughnut while looking.

- Instead of letting the "squishy belly" comment get to me, I went to the fridge for a snack. Upon opening it, I found this little fellow...

-Scenes like this are a regular occurrence. I left the Storm Trouper there, to protect my orange juice, since there's not much left.

-Scenes such as these are also regular occurrences...



-Flash Flood the Flash Dancer... Yes, he's standing on the side table in our living room. Yes, I took a picture instead of getting him down. The kid's a Hudson. If he were to fall and land on his head, he would be fine. Their heads are hard as football helmets. Literally and figuratively. And yes, that's my laundry pile that needs folding in the living room floor. No, I have no plans of folding any time soon.

-When the following picture was taken, I thought Her Highness was so big. She was THREE years old. I've always treated her too big. I wonder if I'll someday look back at pictures of her at age seven and think the same.

-If that stupid groundhog sees his shadow next week, I'll hunt him down. And turn him into a hat.

Sending warm thoughts your way!

Love, Big Momma