Post Holiday Blues

I've been in a bit of a funk lately. It comes around every year when the Christmas music stops playing and the pretty porch lights of different colors are taken down one by one. It gets even worse in February. February lingers much longer than I would ever like with frost and cloudy skies. Come March when the birds start chirping a little more loudly outside my window and the sun shines more warmly upon my face I start to snap out of it.

Christmas decorations are still up and lingering in our house. Presents have yet to come out of their gift bags and packages. They are sitting and waiting to looked at in our closet. Our laundry basket has clothes nicely folded that have been there since Monday. I'm trying to work up the little big of energy it takes to put things away in boxes and bins, drawers and hangers, but the act of thinking of all that needs to actually be put away has taken more effort than it would to just put them away.

Normally I'm a much more productive person than I've become since Christmas has sung it's last Noelle. Sweeping isn't done nearly as often these days and mopping? I can't remember the last time. Caleb's Bink has become a dear friend these past couple weeks and sometimes on very fussy mornings for my little man, the TV is on, much as I hate to admit it, and more than I would like it to be. I'm feeling like a bad mama and not my usual self. Trying to get out of this funk I feel.

Yesterday the sun was a little brighter and the street a little warmer and Caleb and I took an outside escape as we strolled the streets and passed more than a few people geared up in jogging outfits and mamas pushing babies. And for that precious hour I got a glimmer of hope that spring is not far around the corner. I can almost taste warm strawberries and dare I hope for so much as a big bite of a juicy watermelon come summer...

For now I shall say that it is nice to have good friends that make winter feel like springtime for a funked out mama and a cranky toddler.