Today was a shitty day.
This morning was fine but it went south when I started to let some negative emotions creep in after lunch. From there my mind starting flitting in all directions. I decided I needed to do something to distract myself so I thought I know, I’ll download my Christmas playlist onto my phone so I can listen to Christmas music while I go about my day.
I ended up accidentally messing up a bunch of things on my phone (not worth my energy getting into). That mishap was all it took to put me over the edge, that led me to eventually crying to a friend. The phone thing was the tipping point and set me off and left me feeling drained and unbalanced. From there more and more and more and more negative energy seeped in with regard to many aspects of my life. And what’s frustrating is that my life has been pretty smooth lately. Nonetheless I was hating on myself and saying very mean things about myself to myself. Ha.
Yesterday my husband and I took a day trip to New York City with his work. Seeing NYC at Christmas time was a treat. The bus dropped us off in Times Square and we had the entire day to spend how we pleased.
We stayed in midtown all day, walking from place to place. We did some shopping, some eating, some seeing and some hand-holding.
The kids are spending the weekend with my brother and sister-in-law. They did this last year during the first weekend of December, so this is the Second-Annual Aunt/Uncle December Visit for the kids. I’m glad for them. Their aunt and uncle love them so much and they planned a bunch of Christmas stuff to do with them. From what I was told, tomorrow is Gingerbread House making. Good. Good for all of them. One less thing I have to do with the kids. Ha.
To help me get into the Christmas spirit, keep my moods regulated, and fight the winter blues, I am going to try to write a blog post everyday in the month of December. Instead of an Advent Calendar filled with little chocolates (like my kids have), I am going to use blog posts as a way to countdown to Christmas.
December 1, 2016
Last year my mom gave me a Christmas cactus. I didn’t even know what that was until she presented it to me in a throw-away plastic pot and offered to re-pot it for me. Not one who does well with plants (I grow children, not plants) I poked through some items in the garage to find a ceramic pot. After she made the transfer, I had myself a house plant.
And it lived.
End of November.
Thanksgiving has passed.
Onto the next holiday — Christmas.
Leading up to Thanksgiving I’ve been dreading the cold and snow. But now that I am getting used to the shorter, darker days and I’ve had my turkey, I can feel the Christmas spirit wrapping its arms around me. The thought of snow doesn’t seem so chilling anymore. Rather, it seems right. ’Tis the season to pull out the sleds.
I find myself with a few extra minutes before I have to make dinner. The kids and I just came in from outside; now they are watching a show. I’ve already washed, folded, and put away three loads of laundry today. I went grocery shopping. I ran the kids to and fro. So in this snippet of time between taking care of the kids and domestic duties, I am going to write as part of my health and wellness plan.
In September I found a local writing group that offered a class for mindful mother’s. I signed up. The class ended two weeks ago, but because of the positive experience we all had (about 10 of us), the instructors decided to keep it going. I’m thrilled.
Mostly I did some light-hearted writing about motherhood, funny stuff. I kept it simple, but honest. I wrote. I talked. I listened. I opened myself up to these other writer women all in my age group. Ah-mazing! I am so glad I found this group.