There is plenty of blame to go around for my Melancholy Monday Morning.
It started off great. I turned the radio on while I was cleaning up after breakfast, and Hallie started doing some awesome syrup dancing. How could I resist joining in? That's why for two minutes this morning I felt exactly like I remember feeling as a seven year old, when I really thought that I knew ballet. Cue longing for my own childhood.
Let's blame it on Hallie.
Then the radio started playing Kelly Clarkson's Breakaway. One of the theme songs of my summer in Maine. Cue reminiscing. Cue longing for summer vacation, summer jobs, summer romance, summer everything.
Let's blame the radio.
The song also made me miss friends and family. I have friends here, yes. Awesome people who are kind and lovely. But sometimes I long for the people who knew me pre-wife and mother. The ones who know outrageous, wacky, totally clueless and blonde me. Not responsible, stiff, boring me. (Ok, you're right. I am stiff and boring now, but I haven't totally mastered responsibility yet. I'm working on it.)
Let's blame it on Nebraska being in the middle of nowhere.
Then I heard on the radio that we are in a winter storm weather watch until Wednesday. I looked out my window at the half melted snow and listened as they talked about the six inches we were going to get. Cue seasonal depression.
Let's blame it on February.
And last but not least it's, well, let's just say it's not the best time of the month for me.
Let's blame it on hormones.
How's your Monday shaking out so far?
for your viewing pleasure, some syrup dancing:
(although this is not her best performance)
Nicole and I performing Breakaway, summer of Maine 2005.
(and why don't I have hair like that anymore?)