Saturday, March 17, 2012
Most of the time it is stress. And today I feel stressed. It is Carneval in our village. High expectations from kids to dress up right. Weather changed so quickly that all winter clothes needs to be taken away and all spring clothes to be taken out... And with that comes the big inventory of kids clothing as they have grown so much since last year... The house is a mess after a winter full of weekend trips to the Alps and I am not sure of where to start.
Next weekend I am leaving our kids with a babysitter for 3 days... My dear Jay and I have booked a very much longed for get away to Barcelona, but leaving the kids makes me all nervous. We have had major problems with our childminder causing emergency pick ups and having to storm out of the office unplanned at work. Not so popular around my colleagues and supervisors... We are in the process of finding a new childminder - pronto... Not an easy task. So it is stress... The garden needs attention, kids are like the cats in March - all over the place and all funny in the head. Joyful and crazy happy but also a bit hyperactive if you ask me... And I am not sure how to kick the blue heart into a red color today.
I might just start with taking a long walk, cry a bit and get it all out of my system. Then take a long hot shower. Hang out in my crafty corner a bit, folding and touching all colorful fabric. And hopefully I will be in great form after lunch again, ready to tackle the Carneval. And hopefully this post will be replaced by something joyful and happy instead later today. That is what I aim for. I want this to be a blissful place but sometimes I do fall into that big black hole...
Do you get the blues like this sometimes? What do you do to kick it off? What is your trigger? Maybe you don't even know your trigger... I am sure I am not alone about this, right? Tell me I am not alone. Well, time for that walk. I am going to walk against the wind... Just to face that blues and give it a big punch right on his nose. And then I am going to walk all over him with my head up high and come home with the wind in my back instead. What do you think about that?