Little Monsters
So I admit it, I have been hiding out - rump in the air and head in the sand. Apparently seeing the new year in put me in a bit of a slump. Most people are grateful for the holidays to be over and there was me, standing naked in front of the the mirror before and after my daily showering rituals, staring at my not-so-flat-belly realizing there was no longer a little person inside. Yeah, so much for being over it. It is weird how it affects me. I function absolutely fine but when I have a small, quiet moment to myself I sigh and feel my lashes fall into darkness.
In other words, depression.
My salvation lies in a set of steel blue eyes that greet me each day. I find myself grabbing a precocious little boy and maniacally doling out random kisses and monster snarfs until his squeals reach an adequate level of pandemonium, stop, take a big inhale, and start all over again. Zoloft ain't got nothing on this. Yep. I'm back :).
In other words, depression.
My salvation lies in a set of steel blue eyes that greet me each day. I find myself grabbing a precocious little boy and maniacally doling out random kisses and monster snarfs until his squeals reach an adequate level of pandemonium, stop, take a big inhale, and start all over again. Zoloft ain't got nothing on this. Yep. I'm back :).