Why January always bugs me

Like you, I get the de-cluttering thrill of taking down every Christmas decoration. Like many of the homemakers, I take trip after trip to DI or Goodwill to make room for the 'new' stuff. Old stuff out. New stuff in.

then.....

I get itchy. Its possible the perma-rain of January and February start to saturate my cranium and mold the insides of my psyche. True, the gray skies start to get to me. Yes, the foggy phoenix of my existence becomes dull and dreary like the early dark afternoon/evening that seems to rob us of the little bit of extra daylight that makes me want to hum and sizzle.

but....

I am generally not subject to only my surroundings for a healthy attitude. My faith brings me inner sun and shine and glow.

and yet....

stuff starts to get to me - starts to itch my brain - starts to feel rashy and irritated

What are the signs of disgruntledness exactly? Well.....possibly....



Lack of Holiday focus?
Need for daylight?
No extra moola for retail therapy?
One too many soaking wet walks around the block?
Burr in my proverbial saddle?
Hair in my milkshake?

Its like the year is a month and January is PMS.

Yea, I am great at faking it. But, ....truth be told.

I'm ornery and sour and sick of winter.



January, ......there always has to be one, but if we could just skip from December straight to April I wouldn't miss it one bit. Its like someone hit the pause button and forgot to push play.

Somebody push the button!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!