I'm having one of those moments.

Which makes absolutely NO SENSE because Nory is napping, Jet is also napping, and Phil is out playing ball.  It's just ME and the construction noise outside (which - from a Parkinson perspective - equates to modern day silence).  I could easily make a tea, have a snack, watch a show, read a book, or even nap myself (PLEASE DON'T REMIND ME TO DO THIS AGAIN) and ALL OF THESE THINGS are really enjoyable and awesome and likely a perma-dream of all Mamas out there.  But.....IN THIS VERY MOMENT....I can't seem to find any happiness in these opportunities.  It's like the world's hugest elephant came way out of nowhere and is sitting extra-heavily on my chest.  And the truth of the matter is that elephants are my favourite and normally this would be somewhat of a dream come true but, AGAIN, in THIS VERY MOMENT, I feel as though I'm pinned to the couch forever and ever and I can't help but sit here on the verge of tears.  And write really big run-on sentences.  It's clearly a steep and downward and very slippery slope, my friends!

But I've been here before.  And I know EXACTLY what is going on.  Hello again, Dear Cabin Fever.  So annoyed to have you back.
 
Apparently going to the courtyard with Nory doesn't count as "going out".  Neither does taking the girls to a friend's place.  Or going to the hospital for yet another doctor's appointment.  I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE.  AWAY FROM THIS BUILDING.  I NEED TO GET OUT, OUT.  That is a DOUBLE OUT, people!  And I really need to do it without feeling the urge to rush back to the house as soon as possible.

When Phil returns to the flat this afternoon, we're sending this pro-wrestling-elephant back to the savannah.  We are GOING THE HECK OUT!  (Or at least I am!)

Good riddance, elephant!  Good riddance, house!  Good riddance, cabin fever!!!!!!!!!