Life After I "Dew"

Which would explain the late in the day post.  Because that's like blogger suicide, no?

It's that time of year again.  The excitement and warm and fuzzies from Christmas is over. Life has resumed.  Resolutions have been broken {not mine}.  Not to mention the fa-reezing cold weather.  Everything is blah.  This time every year I get into a funk and I hate it.  I'm officially diagnosing myself with S.A.D.D.

I should be perky, walking with a pep in my step.  I have lost almost 10lbs this month which is HUGE considering it took me 3 months to lose 3lbs.  We are almost done with our taxes and our refund should be significant {thank you, James Weston}.  Both of my babies are napping.  Life is pretty good.

But I can't help but shake this lingering feeling that is just "blah". There is no better word to describe it, it's just blah.  I'm not sad about anything in particular.  Nothing is driving me nuts.  OK, maybe this weather.  Did I mention I hate winter?

I just can't shake it.

We long for warm, sunny days.  Kendall even looked out the window while it was snowing and said, "OH NO!  It's snowing AGAIN?! I just want it to be warm so we can play outside!"  Me too sister, me too.  We are getting cabin fever like whoa.  Not to mention it's been so cold that school has been canceled on more than one occasion.  Not cool, Mother Nature, not cool.  I don't know how many more times we can play Chutes and Ladders, Memory, Candy Land, Sneaky Snacky Squirrel, or Princess Cupcakes {side note: I love that Kendall loves to play games, my favorite}.

But some things that make me feel happy in this time of funk, cleaning, coffee, and exercise.  In no particular order.

Yesterday I was feeling extra funky.  I was throwing up Saturday night {not pregnant}, I woke up with a headache, it's freezing outside, my hip is bothering me, the list goes on.  I knew that I needed to get in a workout, even if that meant walking on the treadmill.  So I did just that.  I got caught up on RHBH and got in a good 45 minutes of an incline walk.  It wasn't much but it did wonders for my mood.  It's funny because the days I don't workout I definitely feel it.  Not in my body but in my mind, it's totally mental.

Today I should probably squeeze in a workout but instead I decided to de-stress with some deep cleaning.  I swear there is nothing I hate more than cleaning bathrooms but boy do I love the feeling {and look} when it's all said and done.  And, it really doesn't take that long.  I cleaned our bedroom and now I love it all over again.  Seriously I might retreat there once this post is finished and enjoy the quiet.  It's sunny {but cold} here today so I opened the curtains and I just might pretend it's a warm summer day.

It's not often that I get to finish my morning coffee while it's still hot.  I've been waking up extra early in hopes of enjoying a cup before someone needs something but James got the memo and he's been waking up extra early too.  Kendall did this when she was a baby, I swear they have a sensor on me.  So, that leads me to afternoon coffee.  It's becoming my most favorite time of day.  The house is a wreck and there are 5 million other things I should/could be doing but instead I brew a cup and relax for a few.  It's heaven and a great way to recharge my batteries for the rest of the day.

So now that I've cleaned and sipped my afternoon delight I might try to get in a small workout before all hell breaks loose the munchkins wake up.  Too late, I hear James.