My house has been a spooky place this past week. There has been a foul witch haunting these parts, but I think she has been vanquished!
I'm not sure what is going on, but I've been a little too in touch with my inner hag. I am planning to dress up as a witch for the big day, but I wasn't planning on embracing the role so thoroughly! (Maybe I can just claim I was method acting?)
There isn't really anything wrong. All the small things just added up and my world starting to feel a bit too heavy. My minions have been misbehaving more than usual. Sleep has been elusive on account of teething and too much Halloween excitement. My husband went on a work trip last week. I have two giant pimples on my chin. I have a bigger than normal list of crap to take care of. But really I have nothing major to complain about and yet I find myself bitching.
I am normally a glass half full kind of girl, but this past week all I see is the empty half of everything. I generally roll with the punches, but I pretty much fell down about a week ago.
So I'm trying to pick myself back up. I've been drinking a few more cups of tea and squeezing in time to visit with friends. I am working a little less this week and reading a bit more. I've been trying to find fun activities to do with the kiddos. I've been avoiding the depressing news and sticking with the Style section of the paper. And I might have broke into the Halloween candy a little early.
And it is helping. Today is the first day I've really felt like myself for awhile. I think I've got my groove back. (I suspect it was hiding in the bottom of a glass of Sangria I drank last night out with friends.)
Hopefully, the witch is really dead. I really didn't like having her around.