Saturday, February 21, 2015

Where is Jay?

Well, I intended to count this year all Jay...but where is Jay?

January and February have been brutal.  Just seemed like one crisis after another.  I guess my jay is that I'm still breathing...I survived. 

Work has been crazy (who said there is no crying during tax season?).  It was so bad that I swore at work!  That most definitely shocked my co-worker, who has known me for years!

Cletus started working weekend shift (Friday-Sunday 6a to 6p).  So getting used to him home more is a challenge.  I love him, but he has been a bear.  And since it has been too cold to ride the motorpickle, he has been cooped up and grumpy.

If that wasn't enough, Cletus was told that he's diabetic and needs to straighten up his little red wagon (eat healthy, exercise more).  It was a blow to him.  And he has been going through the five stages: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and well....he hasn't quite made it to acceptance.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised that I haven't felt creative.  My get up and go seems to have got up and went.  I even went so far as to clean the craft room.  And the only thing I have discovered is that I have a lot of supplies (and yet I still need more).

Snowbird is in a few weeks.  Maybe by then I'll catch fire and be amazing.  At least, that is what I'm hoping for.  Something to overcome this crappy weather and my blahs.  Maybe having someone else do the cooking, cleaning and thinking will unleash the creative juices. And I'll find Jay.