The Queen's Rambles

It has been cold out! Big excitement, eh? I live in the DC area so I’m really spoiled when it comes to the weather. This 15F with biting wind is freeeeeezing. Funny that when I lived in Sweden I could go out when it was -15C and be ok. Of course, I had clothing made for the cold and that makes all the difference.

What’s the point of talking about the weather? I want you to help me! I’ve discovered that I stay super warm if I wear my old, ratty maternity fleece jacket under my much-too-large water proof, wind resistant rain jacket. The fleece keeps me cozy, the rain jacket keeps the wind out.

As you can imagine this is a super sleek, super sexy looking silhouette that really compliments my slim figure. Hahahahaha. I’ve already got extra padding, I don’t need to dress this poorly. I love my regular winter coat, but it is only good in our normal winter weather. It is not cutting it in this crappy cold, windy month.

So, surely some person way smarter than me has come up with a fleece/windcoat combo that is much more attractive than my home made version. Give me reccs! Plus-sized reccs! Your regular sized stores probably have a lot of cute things, but those reccs mean absolutely nothing to me since I can’t wear them. It’s like showing a child a picture of a big birthday cake and then saying “but you can never have it because it’s not your birthday! Hahahahahaha!”

I do understand that when people give reccs to clothes that I can never, ever wear they are not intentionally being cruel. I don’t think most non-plus sized people truly understand the lack of options their plus-sized friends face. There are a lot more options today than there were ten or twenty years ago, but when it comes to something specific there is often NOTHING. Or maybe one choice that you can either suck up and get even if you don’t like it or just do without.

Also, any reccs for plus sized long underwear would be awesome. I am using my Swedish pair and they are falling apart.

I’ll probably get all this stuff ordered and the sun will come out. We’ll be in short sleeves in February. But at least I’d be prepared for next year, right?

Ok, guess I better go help Erik with the soil preparations for the hermit crabs. They don’t need their soil changed often. They are very clean animals, but one died and it is getting kind of moldy smelling because I can’t find the itty bitty pieces of food that they hide away in their very hot, humid tank. It’s quite a process and I am willfully trying to make Erik do a good chunk of it to teach him responsibility. That’s not working out so well. He just stands in the middle of the living room and turns around in circles instead of actually looking for the pink bucket. But why can’t we use the green bucket? Or the orange bucket? Or the blue bucket?

THEY ALL HAVE HOLES, CHILD!

I finally had him take all those buckets to the sink to test them out and he learned that sometimes mommy does know something. I feel like everyone around here thinks they know more than me, when I’m the one doing the vast majority of momming all the creatures and I know what needs to be done and the secrets that make life easier. We can not leave the house without an adequate supply of pretzels or water cat (name of Elsa’s water bottle). Those shoes don’t work. Those gloves look ok, but in about ten minutes we are going to have a meltdown if the bubble gloves are not on standby. Those buckets have holes. That crab hides inside that shack and hangs upside down. The popcorn must be unsalted. You need three drops of blue. Those shoes have pee in them. And so on.

Here’s my big problem in life: I want to be more motivated, but the longer I sit the more I think I am losing productivity and the more I hate myself and the less I am motivated. Makes so much sense! Our house is in desperate need of interior paint, but that is a job I am not up to tackling. Sooooooo much work. I don’t even know where to begin.

Maybe I can begin by pressing post, then going to do some laundry.