Sometimes You Feel Like a Butt, Sometimes You Don’t
Photo courtesy of Fail Dogs.
I walked out of my office last week and saw newly planted pansies bobbing in the sunshine and nearly started crying. Today I heard “Lucky Man” on the radio by Montgomery Gentry and did start crying. Boy am I embarrassed to admit that. And no, I’m not pregnant.
The hubby and I have a date night tonight while the girls spend the night with his parents and it couldn’t be better timing. I’ve been in an intermittent funk all winter and have had a hard time shaking it. What better way to celebrate the first day of spring with a date, even if it’s going down to 37 degrees tonight?
This George Michael song pretty much sums up how I feel right now about going out tonight.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ll be 40 next summer, but I feel caught in an odd transitional place in life, somewhere between not being quite middle-aged, yet definitely not in my 20s any more, somewhere between feeling like I should be incredibly thankful for what I have in my life, yet restless and wanting some sort of change, somewhere between being in awe of seeing my children grow up but not wanting them to do it quite so fast. I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m in denial about the fact that I really need reading glasses, in addition to my contacts. Damn you presbyopia! I do know I have so much to be thankful for, but sometimes that just doesn’t seem to be enough and I am ashamed to admit that.
It’s time for me to shed this winter funk. The sun is shining, there’s not a cloud in the sky, I have two adorable little girls, an understanding husband who is an awesome cook who works like crazy, and I have my swank new purse.
I know some of my blog friends are going through post-winter blues. Maybe it’s in the air?
p.s. Because I am a wealth of information, and also because I get depressed when I read about new TV shows featuring characters my age with teenage children (OK so I had my first child at nearly 33, that’s not that old), did you know there is talk of a Beverly Hills 90210 spinoff?
And also, because I just found Shamelessly Sassy and to coordinate with the butt title of this post, you have to check out this bizarre medical story she blogged about.
