Wednesday, March 16, 2011
The Dumps and Disappointment
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.