Holiday Blahs

So with all the decorating and creating and crafting and Elfing - you'd think that I'm excreting glitter and good tidings.

And the truth is - I'm not.

I'm trying. Oh how I'm trying. I so want to be full of holiday mirth and merriment. Feeling the fullness of the holidays, reveling in the romance of the... blah blah blah...

Instead, I feel sadness. And aloneness. And wanting to sleep all the timeness.

If I had my druthers (not that I know what druthers are, but if I did AND I had them) I would set my alarm clock for sometime around noon on March 21st, when spring is officially sprung. I'd curl up under the quilts and hibernate until then. Of course, I'd stock the freezer with lots of waffles and pizzas for the kids. Cause my nurturing never sleeps.

Since that isn't an option, I'll try to avoid walking zombie-like through the next three months.

I'm going to make an extra effort to find the joy in this holiday. I have my kids and my health and my family and a job and home... I have more of my life in front of me than behind me. I have so much going for me. Life is good. It really is.

Why can't that be enough?