Today, a lot of us look at the calendar, realize what day it is, and sigh. We sit on the edge of the bed and think, "How did it come to this?" We will each of our feet to move, slowly, one at a time. We get in the shower (it's not hot enough, but what's it matter anyway...), and our leaden arms try to shampoo a head full of woe...
"Blue Monday," which apparently is a thing.
There's some truth to it, I think. All my life I've been a pretty depressed person for whatever reason. But after I got married, had kids and massively increased my responsibilities, I didn't have time to think about my "problems" like I used to. In fact, now I wonder what I was griping about all those years.
Nonetheless, this weekend was rough. Part of it was seven straight days of powering through a plague that makes the Old Testament look like a picnic. My wife and I were only taken out for 24 hours, fortunately at different times. Our kids, however, ages four, two and 8 months, are still not completely over it. Imagine, if you dare, 24/7 puking, diaper overflowing, burning fever fun times. At one point I was holding an infant while helping my oldest son out of his soiled clothes, while listening to my wife retch in the next room at 3 AM...after 24 previous straight hours awake.
Yesterday was mostly better. Sunshine, warm weather, even a little work in the woodshop, which I always love. But man, I was depressed.
It turns out that today, January 21st is the most depressing day of the ear because of the post-holiday financial blues, the lack of light dragging on us, and other things. We look forward to spring, but it's still so far away...
So, don't worry about it if you're miserable. You're in good company.