A Change of Seasons

Last week felt like it was about three weeks long.

Monday was one of those days where I just wanted to hole up in my office and not have to talk to or make eye contact with anyone. The day started out okay, but about half way through the morning I hit a wall and could totally feel myself shutting down. I’m pretty sure that I cried for about 4 hours…

What was it about that day?

I know I don’t need an explanation—I have a pretty justifiable reason to have bad days, but I am always curious how a totally normal and routine day can all of a sudden turn into a boo-hoo, I want to go home kind of day.

It seems to be happening to me a lot lately…and the only explanation that I have is the change of seasons.

Cool, gloomy days = Fall
Fall = Halloween and Thanksgiving
Fall = One season closer to Winter
Winter = Christmas and New Years

Four big “celebration” days…two of which fall on the 31st of the month…nothing like a little salt in the wound.

So yeah, I’ve been a grump lately. I think that my brain is trying to ease me into the craptastic (Yes, I just said craptastic) few months that are looming ahead of me.

I miss our little girl every minute of every day—some days it’s a dull ache in my heart, others it stings like its brand new.

Last week was a stinger…