Gonna Be a Bear!
This is dedicated to my sister Silver Valley Girl.
She is fed up with the lingering winter and wants to hibernate until spring comes. The way the weather is going, that could be awhile. Read her sentiments on her blog post from yesterday here.
A few summers ago pasted on the door of a woman's office was the message below. I loved it then and love it now. I just changed a few of the words for this situation.
In this life I'm a woman. If I had my life to live over, I'd like to be a bear. When you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.
Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that, too.
When you're a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute, cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.
If you're mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them, too. I could deal with that.
If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.
Yup, gonna be a bear!