That’s me. The unsuspecting one, waddling towards doom. The tall one? That’s January.
I hate January.
It’s cold, gray, wet, gloomy and depressing. If I am curled up in my “Huddler” (a 49er blanket with sleeves), by the wood burning stove, reading a great book, then January isn’t so bad. But those 3 days out of 31 aren’t enough to get over January.
I know I am being a big baby. We spoiled Californians just can’t do without the sun for more than 2 days in a row. We get squirrelly. We get irritable. It is a volatile situation, especially in the work place. A group of squirrelly and irritable co-workers do not make a happy productive team. I stay in my little office in January. I communicate via emails.
This year I am determined to make the most of January. I scheduled a trip home to see my granddaughters and have a nice long conjugal visit with my husband. I am going to get my broken tooth fixed. Get lab tests done for my doctor. Visit some good friends I have not seen since the summer. Oh, and I will get to work in my own office. At work for a change.
I made an appointment with my hairdresser for a highlight. I think I want to be a bit of a redhead for a while. I don’t even know if my hubby likes redheads (he wouldn’t dare tell me if he did – I get jealous). I’ll keep you posted on that.
I have been wanting to clean out old non-used crap at my mother’s house, but restraining myself because it will probably hurt her feelings. I will wait on that. So, when I am home and confronted with my own old non-used crap, I plan to recycle it. It goes to a charity or the dump, depending on just how crappy it really is. If I get lucky, my hubby will allow me to get rid of some of his crap. He is the one with the most crap in my opinion.
When I fly back to mom’s there will be only 1 more day of left of January. I believe I can get through this.