February's lack of sunshine, combined with the biggest seasonal snow tally here in nearly three decades, has Chicagoans complaining of cabin fever. Through sundown Thursday, the city has received only 11 minutes of sun, placing it among the four cloudiest February starts since sunshine measurements began here in 1893, and ranking as the cloudiest such period in 22 years.This may explain the following: 1) why I have only eaten hummus for the last several days; 2) why I’m constantly exhausted; and 3) why I was a bit cranky with MM last night.
A persistent overcast is predicted to linger Friday. If so, this Feb. 1-8 becomes the cloudiest on record during the last 115 years…
Why, you ask…
I know, usually I sound all everything is wonderful when it comes to MM. But lately, I’m cranky about… my schedule.
It's true. I am a creature of habit. I accept this about myself. I like to have a plan. I like to be on time. I like to stick to a routine. My world revolves around a straight line mentally drawn from where I live to where I work. Everything I need is within blocks of that line. Sound boring? Oh… let me assure you… it is. I go from home to work to the gym to home to my couch to my bed. That’s it. That’s all I need. I eat whatever I want (hummus) while watching E! News and fall asleep at a reasonable hour while reading a book.
Unfortunately, as MM and I spend more and more time together… and hit the six month mark of our relationship (6 months?!?!?!)... my line seems to have been crossed. MM’s home lies far off my beaten path, and he is used to running all over town, willy-nilly-like, for errands, work, and school. So having the nearly-nightly, "my place or your place" discussion doesn’t seem to bother him. Me, though? That’s a different story.
Last night, MM met me at the gym. I was tired, but I pushed myself to do a soul-crushing 43 minute run on the treadmill. Once I was done, I was literally done. I’ve been to the gym seven days in a row; my legs felt like they may collapse at any moment. Just a quick stretch and I would be on my way…
Or not. I had to wait for MM who, after running five miles in far less time than it took me to run four, wanted to do a few other things (like pull-ups, which I managed to see him do from my stretching spot, and admittedly, was quite lovely to watch). But, damnit, I wanted to leave. I was tired and cranky, and in case I didn't mention it before... I was D-O-N-E.
Finally, we headed out of the gym to the Whole Foods next door to pick up dinner (hummus). However, he’s apparently taken a shining to the bulk foods section and had a plan (these are the types of plans he has) to make some homemade granola. He stood and pondered while I raced around the store deciding that I needed hummus, lavash bread, and Soy Dream “ice cream.” I was quick. I was decisive. I was hungry. I was ready to GO. And I was annoyed when I had to wait.
I sound like I’m five. I realize that. But, if I had been alone, I would have left the gym immediately after my run, raced through Whole Foods, and be happily lounging on my couch, munching on hummus and lavash bread while watching my much-neglected Tivo.
Does everyone go through this – a period of mourning for the way things were when it was all up to you and you alone? Or is it just me, my selfishness, and I just have to get over it? Or, worse, is it a sign of a bigger issue? MM was completely good-natured about it when we got in his car, and I grumbled about “my schedule” for the entire drive back to his house.
Once in the kitchen, munching on my hummus and Soy Dream Chocolate Brownie “ice cream” while he made a real meal, I felt better. Because if I’ve learned anything, it’s that hummus and chocolate make everything better.