Sad to say, I just can't shake the funk. Little glimmers here and there, but I need an earthquake to shake me out of this by now.
I co-chaired the 5th grade PTSA position this year, and cast-off (celebrating mediocrity, as Mr. Incredible says....who doesn't graduate from 5th grade?!?!??!) wiped me out. The typical crash and burn after the hype and hoopla. Then we rolled into Taylor's AllStar softball tournament. Work has been a challenge,. CJ continued his reign as the fraternity president, so that meant many hours driving back and forth from the U. Eric worked/didn't work/worked/didn't work. I screwed up with a neighbor and her dog doing doody in my yard. A cousin came from Norway and stayed with us. My sweet mom-in-law stayed with us for a spell....
And there you have it!
My happy room looked like a rat trap for a bit, but now I think I've at least got that under control.
I'll be teaching quilting classes soon, which might be a good change of pace for me. And it will mean extra money, which is always good.
I just watched a "What If..." thing I had dvr'd about the potential for an earthquake/tsunami around these parts. And I guess it's true, it could always be worse. As my friend Mike always said, "Kirsten, you don't live under a bridge, and you aren't currently dying of cancer..."
Pity party over.
