Spring has come too late
It’s terribly sad but spring showed up too late for me. I am now permanently grouchy and no amount of beautiful, sunny, crisp spring days will fix that. I’m in an awful mood and have been (off and on) all week. Spring, indeed, really does hang me up the most.
Never underestimate the way that lack of sleep can screw with your emotions. I know that’s part of it. I was in tears two days ago and then got a good night’s sleep, which made yesterday a banner day. Then last night Madison was up a bunch again and now I want to drop-kick the dog for smelling like a dog. Poor Peanut. Once she was loved and then we got a baby. It’s a tale as old as Socks.
We’ve had something going every single night this week and so I haven’t gotten anywhere on an article I want to research. Remember how I said that I wouldn’t write any consumer pieces (except the ones I’m assigned at work) anymore? So now I’m researching topics that interest me and right now its the difference between pity and compassion, inspired by magicpointeshoe’s pointed (if gentle) comment here. I have two ideas and I’m busying myself reading about them and this makes me very very (temporarily) happy. But what makes me unhappy is not having any time to actually work on it. Any work time I have (rightfully) goes to my job. And have I heard from the editor for my antiadoption article? No, I have not. And that, too, makes me unhappy although I was warned that I might not hear for awhile.
I wish I didn’t feel so desperate to get something done. I wish I could just be happy that it’s finally warming up and my children are healthy and my husband is kind and I have not yet dropped dead.
More random information:
–We are remodeling our kitchen because it badly needs to happen and I think it will buy us three or four more years in our little house. Next time we move I want it to be The House in which we grow old (or at least much older) so I want to stay here as long as possible. It’s a nice enough house but very small. I think that by the time Madison is school-age, we’ll need to move and the kitchen will need to be updated to make the house marketable. Since we want to enjoy the benefits of adequate counter/cabinet space, we’re doing it now. It’s expensive. I have mixed feelings about the project.
–Our van recently (yesterday) required a great deal of mechanical work. Basically between that and the kitchen, I feel like we’re bleeding out financially even though it’s fine.
–Madison screams if hard-soled shoes are placed on her feet, which is understanable, I guess,and we have two pairs of Robeez. But her little feet are not so little these days and one day she will need to wear real shoes. I dread that day but not as much as she does.
–For Madison’s upcoming birthday, I’m painting the unfinished wood kitchen we got Noah for his second birthday. I’m looking forward to this project but am not sure when I’ll have time to do it.
–I am now done with my entry but my mood has not improved. Children beware.
(Please note that the towhead in that picture swinging with Madison is Milo and I have a much cuter picture of him but have not asked permission from his mother to post it so you get the back of his head.)
I will show my shallow side completely by not commenting on any of your wonderful post except for Socks! I love Socks! I love Beverly Cleary.
Nice to see someone else knowing about Socks.
Wow. I can so relate to this post. I’ve been in a horrible mood because I haven’t slept more than 2 hours at a time in the last week — and my poor little dog gets the worst of it. He refuses to even look at me now. I need to make amends.
Heh…I just finished reading Socks to my kids.
Dawn, I am right there with you on Spring coming too late. It SNOWED here last night. SNOWED. The only thing that is going to improve my mood now is some 60-70 degree weather.
I hope the sun comes out and shines warm and bright and makes you happy, and I hope you have some time to work on your ideas soon!
Another Socks lover. That was my favorite book. I loved the “hippie” mom. My daughter read it too and loved it.
Awww, I’m such a sucker for knowing that people value my imput!
Juliet was a late shoe girl. We tried shoes on her feet when she got the hang of walking, and she hated them. I ended up with the bigger sizes of Robeez, and just before she was about to go into the biggest size, Juliet finally was okay with regular shoes. You do not want to see the condition of the soles on that last pair of Robeez though! They do hold up well to all surfaces, except dragging her feet while riding around in the flinstone plastic little tykes car.
I think the real question is: Why would *anyone* want to wear anything else? Robeez are so freakin cute. I would like some, please.
Best!
wow. a kitchen remodel is really tough to live there. “how do i cook today? where did the stove go? time to wash the dishes in the bathtub again.” quite uprooting. hang in there.