Homeownership. It’s the dream of most adults to eventually own their home, right? I look at commercials now depicting young couples excitedly taking selfies in their brand new homes and I think…suckers.
Author: Sara Orris
Two years ago my littlest daughter decided she wanted to become a dancer. I had successfully avoided dance mom status with the other two girls as they had both leaned (or were pushed) toward sports like soccer and basketball. My youngest, however, was determined to resist my shoves no matter how pink her cleats and shin guards were.
May is the WORST. Every year I say May is the worst and I swear to God, every year May gets worse.
We hear, “you’re going to miss this when it’s over” or “you’ll look back on this and smile” and other annoying cliches from older parents all of the time. But as I’m beginning to identify with those “older” (gasp) parents I have to say, they were right.
At almost 42, I’ve been a bit more reflective of who I’ve become. I understand that we, as people, are always changing and growing but the beauty of being in my 40s is I can actually say, about many of my quirks and traits, “well, this is me!” and not really care much about what others think about it.
Winter really can suck the life out of you and it sure does beat me up. Every. Year. This year it did so quite literally.
I’m trying to be more positive this winter so for my post for February I decided to focus not on the people I love (since I love them every day, not just on that ridiculous made up holiday) but on some of the things I’m loving right now that are helping me push through this season of misery.
I am definitely one of those working mothers who lives on coffee and wine. You know the ones I mean. The ones who post coffee memes on their Facebook. The ones who use the emoji of a wine glass after any stressful statement they may text or post on social media. The ones who can’t seem to manage their busy lives without a cup of coffee in their hand and glass of wine to wind down at night. That is me. Well, it was me.
I need to find a way to kick these winter blues for good. Life is too short and I can’t waste three months of my life every year being moody, sluggish, and irritated. Well, I think I found my savior.
Well, Christmas is officially over. The decorations are covered in dust and need to be packed away. The lights outside are frozen to the house and need to be unplugged. The inflatable snowman and Santa are half buried in snow and one has a broken light bulb. The elf has returned to the North Pole. The remaining Christmas cookies are stale. The magic of the season is gone. And in its place we have winter.