It seems that my desire to write is now coming in waves (short bursts of “yes! I shall write” followed by long long bursts of “uh.. no”). I have become so lost and lazy lately and it is hard for me to do anything. I don’t think I’m depressed, per se, but I do feel out of sorts. I usually get this way when the season changes – I’m quite sensitive to barometric pressure changes as well. I am going to blame this on algebra!
We’ve had some stress at home, the boys’ paternal grandfather has suffered medically and is in a rough spot (very stressful). I happen to internalize everything through my gut, which has made me miserable, but I am dealing. Michael, on the other hand, doesn’t do anything at all. He keeps everything inside and he’s finally seeing how bad this is for his well-being and his body. He’s moody, unmotivated, sad, depressed, and slightly inebriated at all times during the day. Hell, if it were my father in the ICU – i’d be drunk too.
I’m going to try and get back into the habit of writing here more often, but I am not making any promises. I have had some emails that people get worried when I don’t write (ahem) so I will make an effort (GAWD). 🙂