blue funk

Sometimes I question God's logic in making hormones. I mean, yes, they drive us to do things like fall in love and all sorts of passionate things. But seriously, 90% of the time, they are back firing and causing more trouble than they are worth. My day started out lovely. We bundled up and headed out the door for some thrift storing and errand running. Once we come home, it was like I was crashing from some horrible drug. I was sullen, wanted to be alone, and then fighting really hard to keep from crying. And NOTHING had happened to make me feel this way. If God ever asks me for some input, cuz you know.... I'm sure he/she will one of these days, I might suggest a handy little reset button. Something where I can hold the button down for 20 seconds until the whole system shuts down and restarts all fresh and new. My hope in writing this is that my funk lifts before B wakes from her nap and is looking for a mom that will dance and play instead of the current mom who'd rather crawl under her blanket.