Image via WikipediaNormally by this time of year my hands are dry and cracked. They frequently bleed, and the tips of my fingers split, like a continuation of the nail bed.Not this year! Woohoo! I wonder if I will ever need my paraffin thingy again?
The seasonal depression I normally get isn't here, either. Sure, some days I feel like curling up with a book and staying in my jammies, but that is a far cry from where I was last year. Having to force yourself to get out of bed is not the kind of life I want, and thankfully now I don't have it. I only wish we had made it happen sooner, instead of waiting and letting it happen. You know, the whole "Be proactive, not reactive" thing. Yeah... not so much.
Now all I can do is make sure we are more proactive with our next move. God knows I don't want to end up back up north. (Not that "up north" is bad. However, Krista becoming so depressed that she wants to stay in bed for 4 months at a time is bad.) If they end up sending us where they have mentioned, I will be perfectly happy. Of course, staying here wouldn't be a bad thing, either...
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When we went to see my In-laws in Fla last winter we were there for 10 days. A few days after I arrived my cracked chapped dry hands were wonderful. My girl's eczema, which is bad in the winter was non-existent. Also, my in-laws who tend to be stressed and worried (more so in the bad weather) were so relaxed and happy in the south for 3 months!
I'm tellin' ya... it is so nice to not have to bundle up so much just to sit in the living room! And the whole hands that don't crack and bleed thing was well worth the stress of the move. lol
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