Monday was definitely the start of the winter blues at our house and I was well into feeling like today was going to be the same.  Luckily the sun was shining and a friend came over for a visit and I’m feeling much better.  But it is hard to blog when you’re having a bad day, and easy to blog when you’ve had a great day, or accomplished something or have wonderful pictures to show. So your blog ends up documenting what others would perceive as a perfect life and you know what, many days are pretty crappy.

There are days when I’m about two inches from putting one or both of the kids to the curb, when I don’t want my husband to ask me to do one more thing, when the basement smells like a litter box, when a craft project goes belly up and ends up in the "try to recover materials" pile and I’m thinking that perhaps my meds aren’t working anymore because I can’t stop crying.  I don’t write about those days.  Much.  But I have them.  Yesterday was one of them.  I’m better now.