Seriously I am so cold it's ridiculous. Calvin got home from school and immediately took his socks off but I made him but them back on. Here's how it went down:
me - "Don't take your socks off, it's cold in here."
C - "But I'm not cold!"
me - "Well I am."
C - "But I don't want to wear my socks!"
me - "I don't care, I'm cold and so you need to have your socks on."
C - no response to that, just looked a me like I was a crazy person, but he put his socks on, so I won!
I'm not sure why I'm so cold... I think maybe it has something to do with the fact that, for whatever reason, when I got back from my run today I thought it would be a good idea to try on swimsuits. Why?! I have absolutely no idea. First of all I was a yucky, sweaty mess and secondly, I have absolutely no plan to wear a swimsuit anytime soon. Anyway, during the time I spent parading around in my bikinis and tankinis I managed to cool off enough from my run that a very long and very warm shower didn't do enough to warm me back up. Since then I've had some very hot, hot chocolate and even sunk to the level of doing my mom's tricks for getting warm... housework. I always hated it when I was younger, here's how it would go down:
me & siblings - "It's cold in here, can we turn up the heat."
mom - "I'm not cold."
us - "Well, we are."
mom - "I'm not cold because I'm cleaning, you should go clean your rooms, it will warm you right up."
us - "mumble, mumble, mumble... let's go get some more blankets."
So, I guess I'm off now to grab another blanket or two or better yet climb into the flannel sheets that are on my bed and snuggle down under my down comforter... mmm, that sounds nice & toasty.