I've been a little sad a lot lately. I'm not sure if it's just seasonal or what, but I just can't shake it. I'm out of my groove with little interest in writing and it absolutely sucks. I have lots of unfinished projects on my desk and I just kind of look at them and sigh. I seriously need to whip myself back into shape and get to it.
Christmas sort of brings out the worst in me. Well, not really the worst- but the depressing part of me. I try not to think about money that much, but with all the extra things I need to buy and presents that need to be wrapped- it's constantly on my mind. Now, I'm not impoverished- my family and I have everything we need-, but want is another subject matter entirely. And that Santa Man is getting on my nerves. I mean, I work my ass off to afford nice things for my kids and that butthole comes in and takes ALL the credit. See what I mean? Christmas has turned me into a spiteful Elf.
This morning wasn't much easier. I took Connor to school and dropped him at the door so he could eat breakfast while I parked...and he told me he didn't need me to come in! He doesn't NEED his mother?! Well that really depressed the hell outta me! Sure, I want him to be responsible and he's going to grow up at some point...but...but... *Sad face*
Is anyone else suffering the Christmas Blues?