A few days ago, I was looking through some archives on my blog and I came across this post that I wrote last January. This was the post where I talked about the nasty case of the blues that snuck up on me during the dreary month of January. It was bad. Probably the worst month of motherhood to date. Maybe it was a little case of postpartum depression? Maybe it was the winter blues? Maybe both. Either way, it was rough. And it took a toll on me.
When I read the post and reflected on how I felt last year at this time and the struggles I was facing, I looked at the calendar and realized we were quickly approaching the end of January. Instead of sitting around like a blob, desperately waiting for the month to end, it was over before I even noticed it was happening. That night, I told Evan I made it! I made it through the month of January without feeling the blues creep in. Without feeling like I was in a funk that I just couldn’t shake. Without feeling blah. I made it!
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that January hasn’t been January. We’ve had unseasonably warm days, virtually no snow, and no days where we’ve been cooped inside because of crappy driving conditions. Maybe it’s because I’m working more this year and Evalyn is in day care two mornings a week so we have some structure to our weeks. Maybe it’s because we go to library program each week and we have friends we spend time with and lots of fun toys to play with. Maybe it’s because of this. Or because of that.
But whatever the case may be, whatever the reason, I made it. And I’m happy about that. So here’s to a great February so we can get ready to welcome spring.