I hate winter. Actually, I hate fall, winter and spring. There, I said it.

There’s a lot that bothers me about every season except for summer; I don’t like the cold (not even a little bit), I don’t like gray skies and I really don’t like dry skin.

Short of picking up my family and moving to another part of the country, these are all things I have to deal with. I can wear sweaters, soak up the sunshine every time it peeks out from behind the clouds and I can moisturize. A lot.

I have lotion everywhere: the car, my purse, kitchen, living room, bedroom and bathroom, and, although it’s only November, I have already noticed the need for moisturizer is increasing. My hands are a little drier and I’m finding patches on my arms.  Grrr…

My kids don’t mind the change of weather patterns, especially when there’s a snow day, but, they too, have that darn dry skin. My son actually suffers from it worse than I do. I am always on the lookout for something that will make it better.

I have tried a lot of different soaps, with varying degrees of success. Long ago, I realized that Dove Beauty Bars worked the best at keeping my skin looking and feeling hydrated. It’s the only kind of bar soap I buy.

But, my skin…it is extra lizardy. So the good folks at Dove offered to send me Dove Nutrium Moisture Body Wash.

They know me. They really know me.

See, I was always worried about using a body wash because I thought that the extra scrubbing with a loofah would dry my skin out even more. I was way wrong.

After less than one week of using Dove Nutrium Moisture Body Wash, the dry patches on my arms were gone…without the need for lotion after my shower! Do you know what that means? It means that I can save a lot of money AND time from now on.

This body wash has become part of my daily routine to nourish myself. I’m trying to get more sleep, I’m drinking more water, taking time out of my work day to stretch and, generally, feeling really good on the inside, and Dove is taking care of the outside.

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So, you know how you go to the eye doctor because your eyes are SO dry and he replaces the plugs you have in your tear ducts…the ones that keep moisture on your eye instead of letting your tears drain down the duct…and he says your left eye needs a plug in the upper and lower duct, but after he places them your eye won’t stop watering for the next two days, so you take a pair of tweezers and pull out one of the plugs and a day later you get a bill for $500 from your eye doctor for the plug you just threw in the trash, and then you go away on, what should be, a relaxing weekend because you have done nothing but work for months, and it’s anything but relaxing, and then you come home to 211 emails and a sick kid, who you try to heal with ibuprofen and sinus rinses (even though he vomits almost every time you give him one) because he was JUST on antibiotics for pneumonia, but his fever lasts for four days and he has congenital heart disease, so you can’t mess around with bacterial illnesses, so you hike up your compression stocking (because you just had vein surgery) and take him to the pediatrician and the doctor says, “Good thing you brought him in, because he has an awful sinus infection and pneumonia again”, and once he’s started on a new course of antibiotics, and you’ve spent many sleepless nights with a shivering, barely-breathing nine year old, all you want to do when you get up on Sunday is drink a steaming cup of coffee and take a hot bath, but they’re fixing the water main on your street, which means you don’t have any water?

Yeah, me too.

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Well, I tried. After friends and family left last night, I took my laptop to bed and at 11:48pm I started typing my Day 18 blog post. Then I promptly fell asleep.

I woke up after midnight to a screen that looked a lot like this:

Hadddddddddddd a sssssssssssssssssssudodr tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Which, clearly, says, “Had a super time…”

Which, clearly, was to be completed with, “…tonight.”

Because, good friends, family, Christmas music, margaritas, wine and beer will tend to make you have a good time. Nothing says “early Christmas open house” quite like tequila.

And, though the margaritas may be the reason I stuttered through a post draft, I prefer to think I was exhausted from all the laughter.

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I am a big girl.

There is no side-stepping the issue. I love chocolate, beer and bread. I am also 5’10”, wear a size 11 shoe and have hands that only a Globetrotter would love.

See?

Last night, we were watching an episode of Survivor when my husband spied a young, blond woman and innocently said, “She’s cute.”

I gave him a look, innocent or not.

“Cute” is not a word that has ever described me. I don’t want to hear him saying it about someone else.

As my husband tried to backpedal, our 12 year old daughter came to his defense, but if I have never heard anyone call me “cute” I’ve, for sure, never heard anyone say this…

“Mom, he didn’t mean cute, like pretty! He meant cute, like petite.”

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