Maybe it was the let down from the sugar rush of the holidays, but enough to say that in years past I dreaded the end of January... until now.
I forgot that it even was the end of January. I will take this as a plus for the encouragement of having a large family. You are so busy racing back and forth through your house and town that you can't keep the days straight. There is no more time for January blues. Now the month, like all the others, are a rush of color.
I think I started to get the blues yesterday, but these darn kids wouldn't leave me alone long enough for me to have a proper pity party. And even if they did I wouldn't remember why I was pitying myself anyway. Oh well, there is always next year!