A Time To Rest

I've got it! I found it!
My darling friend who does not even know that she just saved me, saved me! Remind me to tell her.
WINTER.
It's coming.
Every year, it feels a little harder and harder on me.
I mean...it gets downright bad for me at the end. Tears, bad. Tears and dispair.

At first I thought it was having so many what were then, little kids. I hated- HATED- those cold, blustery, freezing mornings when I had to drag babies out of bed, and get them all out into the van to drive one to preschool, only to turn around, come home, undress everyone, attempt a clean up of that mess, look at the time, turn around, drive back to pick up said kid.
And then, it was TWO of them doing it.
And then, THREE. ANd we didn't live near the school. My fault, I supose, but it counts and matters to me, where they go to school.

Don't get me wrong...the time from right now, til Christmas is some of my favorite time. I love the smell of fall, I love the blue sky on a crisp fall day, I love sweater weather (since I'm practically sweat shirt bound lately, convinient!). I love decorating for the holidays. LOVE IT. I love it for the kids, I love it for us, I love love LOVE IT!

Dec 26th....the let down begins.
By Jan 1st, CHristmas has been taken down, and the dreary blah's start.
BUT! Lis just saved me, with one simple phrase! A TIME TO REST. A time to rest! If I can remember it as a time to rest and make a concious effort to ...rest...I bet I can skate through Jan and Feb and March til the sun reappears and spring emerges.

I'll have to tell her that.

Hm. In the middle of my happy post, a bratty little birdy just came and pooped all over me. Time to go meditate the shit off of ...all over. UGH.