This entry will be different. I can never seem to write a daybook entry in one sitting, so I thought about writing a seasonal entry.
Page One . . .
Outside my window. . .
It has been a bitter cold winter. I am thankful that we have had lots of snow. One year (it could have been last year or the year before), I remember thinking how miserable it was to be so cold but have so little snow. There is something tolerable about it being cold as long as there is snow on the ground.
Winter is a hard time for me. The snow and cold doesn't bother me so much, but the lack of sunshine and fresh air does.
I am so in love with this new baby and am content to do nothing but hold him, nurse him, burp him, change him, snuggle him, and nurse him some more. I'm perfectly happy staying warm inside in this blissful state of this phase I call the baby-moon. I could hold him all day.
However, doing little else is beginning to make me feel worthless and I can't even bring myself out of this slump to do something to make myself feel better.
Doing something just feels better. But, (whine) I don't feel like it. I know if I do anything I will have to make myself do it. So, I will. I will do something.
But, I'm not sure what yet.
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