I hate the Winter Blues. They make it hard for me to get motivated to do anything. Laundry has been piling up a lot more lately, blog posts aren't getting written, exercise has fallen out of my vocabulary, and I have yet to post any pictures on facebook from Rachel's birthday party....which was over a week ago.
Some might call this slacking; others would say it's normal; I say it's a bit pathetic.
Winter should be a time for cross-country skiing and fun indoor projects and parties. Instead, I'm exhausted and bored. I'm tired of being tired, and I'm ready for spring.
I'm ready to take Rachel mushroom hunting with grandpa, plant early garden, go on long evening walks, and sleep with my windows open.
I'm ready to see what my house looks like in daylight and stop having to worry about bad roads.
I'm ready to forget about cracked dried hands and heavy winter coats.
The other day Rachel jumped....that's it. She jumped up and down for almost 10 minutes and then ran into the other room to show daddy how much she can jump. Wow, wouldn't that be amazing to have that kind of energy? Can anyone actually keep up with that? I know I can't. And it makes me feel horrible. I should be able to chase my little girl around and jump up and down with her. Instead, I sat on the couch and grew tired as I watched her. And as her smile got bigger and bigger so did the weight of my guilt. Why does sitting at a desk all day take so much energy out of me? How is that even possible? What can I do about this?
I wave the white flag at you, winter. You win this time. Now, can we move onto spring?