The Dumps and Disappointment

For the most part, I'm a pretty cheerful person.  I detest being depressed and would rather laugh any day.  But, for whatever reason lately I find myself in the dumps.  I know part of it is due to a couple of disappointments I've suffered lately.  Disappointments are unavoidable and just a part of life.   But it doesn't take the sting out of them - The thing you  you were reaching for, but is going to remain out of reach through no fault of your own.  The people who are not what they seem or worse yet, not what you thought they were...Ouch.  But life moves on...Couple that with all the disasters around the world and the dreary weather we've been having and I've managed to come up with a good old fashioned case of the "Blahs."  The rain seems to be suiting my mood.  I just want to curl up under a blanket for a little bit and tell the world to go away.

The problem is that my life isn't suited for my mood.  I don't have time to wallow in the blahs. No self pity allowed here.  I have a job, two precocious cats, two very active boys and a wonderful husband, all of which require love and attention. They don't know how to react to me being "down in the dumps."  This means they make comments about me being grouchy or short on patience and they are right on both counts. I know this.  I don't need it pointed out to me. Trust me, I'm much harder on myself about this than they could ever be.  I've been telling myself it's time to put my big girl panties on and get over it, then something stupid happens and throws me right back to where I was - Blah

It will pass.  It always does, but I'm hoping all this will improve soon.  I'm taking tomorrow off from work.  Car Guy and I are spending Saint Patrick's Day with some wonderful friends.  We are going to celebrate a birthday boy (man) and toast him with green beer.  It's supposed to be a beautiful day, so hopefully this little mini break will give me a chance to "get it back together." And if not, then I will find a corner this weekend, my blanket, a cup of tea and have a good old fashioned cry.  Never underestimate a good old fashioned cry.