Eastern Kentucky is a heck of a place to live. It’s beautiful country with state parks and lakes.
But February and Mother Nature have been hatin’ on EKY lately. First, 12 plus inches of snow in 24 hours, then -20 degree temps. Allow me to cut to the chase.
I. HAVE NOT. LEFT MY HOUSE. IN OVER A WEEK.
I’d play in the snow but it’s no fun for a 30 year old with shoes that are mostly mesh and no kids around (Hubster is not the “play in the snow” type). So the furthest I’ve gone is the end of my porch.
Combine that with a baby who won’t sleep unless held (yes, I blame myself) and you have oodles of frustration.
Without the structure of work to my days, I’ve lost tract of how long I’ve been inside. I could check my call in record, but I’d rather not.
Guess who else has been home this entire time. That’s right. Hubby. Except he got out. Twice.
He still says my chances of work tomorrow are 50/50. If it weren’t going to be so cold, and it weren’t 10 miles to my workplace, I’d just about hoof it.
Who knew I’d ever be this desperate.