January 3, 2008

feelin' funky

In spite of my last post I'm not feeling all that positive with my-bad-self. It's not that I feel negative . . . . just sort of droopy. Blah. Lacking enthusiasm. I've been racking my brain about all the things I have to look forward to in 2008 and I keep coming up short it seems. I'm not mourning 2007 and to be honest, I'm rather glad the holiday season is over, the decorations are put away and life can resume as normal. Maybe it's the weather? Dark, rainy, cold days are not exactly mood elevators that's for sure. Maybe it's my resistance to getting out of bed in the wee morning hours just so we can go to school and work? Maybe it's the constant piles of dog poop I keep finding in the house right after I took that little sharp-tooth, terror outside to his bidness!! (Cuteness will only get you so far my friend! Remember that if you want to live to see your first birthday!!) As I was updating my "Moms Plan It" calendar I realized I had six months of teaching preschool left. Which means six more months of hectic scheduling and making sure everyone was dropped off and picked up at the appropriate times. Squeezing in doctor, dentist, eye, speech and vet appointments. The thought of that made me feel a little anxious and sad. I'm having a very hard time getting back into the swing of things. I wish we had another week to recoup from the holidays and get the house back in order. Maybe I'm just feeling sorry for myself. But hey, this is my blog and I can feel sorry for myself any damn time I want.

1 comment:

Pat Wagner said...

Keep your chin up. I could say life will get better, but it really doesn't, our expectations get a little lower so life seems to get better and that's okay.
You are awesome! Your kids are awesome! Your mother is awesome! And at least you didn't get clocked in the jaw when a horse whipped her big ol' head up out of the feed pan so fast that you got whiplash and a severe headache. (Oh wait, that happened to me.) And the dog is having some potty training issues, but at least he hasn't puked in your bed, next to your pillow so you'd lay down in it. (Oh wait, that also happened to me.) Feeling better yet?