The winter doldrums are here with a vengeance.
It took all the energy I (didn’t) have to get the kids out the door for Mass yesterday. Grace took over where I was weak, as we pushed past the hassle of finding shoes and dealt with the whining complaints of “But I’m hungry! I need breakfast!” Lucky Francis, right? He got to bring a bag of buns.
(Actually, they were Hawaiian rolls, and we made him wait to eat them until the car ride home.)
(He had already had one, though, unlike the older whining complainers.)
And this Mass–the Mass for the feast of St. Blaise–is one that’s near and dear my heart. Or should I say it’s near and dear my throat? Because I love the blessing of the throat and I loved how the priest bent down with a chuckle to hold the candles against my two-year-old’s neck. That was a picture I should have taken but who takes pictures during Mass? Unless you’ve been, like, asked to?
It’s a picture I’ll hold in my heart instead.
Kind of like this one:
Wait! I actually took this photo.
Everyone’s nose was pink when we returned to the van after Mass, but it felt so SO good to get out of the house and even the complainers wore happy grins. I forget too often that we need to get out, thinking, “Oh, what a cozy day in we’ll have” and then suffering the consequences of my pent-up kids.
It’s not worth it, not when it’s been too many days in a row.
We did the zoo last week with a friend, and that was a life-saver, I’ll tell you.
|There’s a tortoise under there somewhere.|
|Pups separated at birth.|
|It was kinda stinky and muggy in the tropics section, not that we minded the “muggy” part!|
|“Doggie!” said Francis…|
|…as the “doggie” licked his chops.|
Winters are long for kids and wolves.
I’m the mom of a wolf pack and know these things.
This brings me back to this week’s activities, which is more of the same ol’ and not enough new. As someone who’s prone to being seasonally affected, I am seeing signs of depression and I need to beware! Depression has fangs and it will bite. It’s heavy and dark and clouds your judgement.
This is why I’m back to blogging today. Writing (and reaching out) feels good.
It fills my spirit and lifts my Vitamin D-deprived soul.
Today I will try to get out again–the library, perhaps, or the Science Museum. I will phone a friend (or two…or eight…) because I know that the very worst thing is isolation. It’s like the howling of wolves inside my head, baying over and over, “This is just too hard!”
February is hard but we can fight back.
It won’t be long. It’s almost spring.