I never thought my family would be suffering from cabin fever in June. February, sure. March, definitely. The spring is usually a heavy television-and-computer-game period for us. By June, though, we are supposed to be enjoying the great outdoors, right?
Nope. It is theoretically beautiful outside today. A little hot, but breezy. As we learned last year, however, our son's allergies are severe at this time of the year. He takes multiple medications, and yet within 15 minutes of playing outside, he will begin rubbing his eyes and asking to come inside.
And then there are the cicadas. Some of my friends from other places on Cape Cod have been telling me they haven't seen any yet. I've invited them over to see for themselves, but no one has taken me up on my offers, perhaps because after listening to me moaning, "OmygodIhatethesehorriblethings!" they reconsider.
We are right in the heavily infested zone, and if you are a bug-hater like me? It's awful. You can't even get away from them inside, because the noise they make is almost constant. They let up a bit in the evenings, but from the moment you wake up, this is what you hear:
We are going away next weekend, and while I am eager for the trip itself, I embarrassed to admit I'm also really excited just to be leaving the house.