Last year, starting in the fall (about this time of year, in fact) I started feeling pretty down. Of course, I spent more months down than not last year, so go figure right? Well, I’m feeling the same way. And it has me so worried because I really want to have a nice, happy Christmas last year. I doubt any of you have been reading that long, but I started this blog shortly before Christmas last year and let’s just say, it wasn’t the happiest Christmas I’ve had. I was pretty miserable and just counted the hours until it was over. :( And that’s so sad. Because I’ve always been one of those Christmas people, you know? Start listening to Christmas music (on the sly, of course) in October, love to go Christmas shopping (even doing the suicidal day-after-thanksgiving deal), decorate my brains out…
Last year, I just didn’t feel it. The holidays, for once, were a time to get through and not enjoy. And I was determined to have a happy Christmas this year. Because that’s just not me. So I’m really worried that this funk is the start of a bigger depression that’ll carry me through the holidays. I don’t want that for my family. I don’t want that for me.
This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
