Need. More. Sun.

I don't know about you but the weather seems to be squashing every last ounce of life out of my soul when I wake up in the morning. Poor Nick keeps waking up to Frankenstein or "grumpenstein" as he likes to call me. I am not necessarily grumpy or snappy or rude, I am just quiet. Which is probably really shocking to Nick seeing that he is usually reaching for anything he can shove in his ears, because if he has to hear the Rainbow Bright or My Little Ponies theme song one more time he might accidentally sing it himself in public and that wouldn't be good. I just don't feel like I have the energy to be my Tom Cruise couch jumping, children song singing, somersault rolling self. Let me put it this way, I am acting my age and the best part about it is, it is freaking Nick out. Every morning he pokes me in the ribs with his finger and says one of the three, 1-why are you miss grumpenstein? 2- what's wrong, you are acting weird? 3- why haven't you annoyed me to the point of wanting to leave early? Ok so the third one I made up but still, it is not normal for me to go a morning with out doing something that would completely bother someone other than my husband. Lets just put it this way, imagine that you live with not just one tellitubbi but all four, I will even throw in that annoying vacuum thing they have too and all at the same time you have a midget that runs around kicking you in the shin and leaving piles of clothes everywhere. That is what Nick goes through living with me. But he doesn't seem to mind because at the end of it all he cheers, "Again, again."