Let the Reality of a New Year Hit 'Cha

I need Lucy.

Not Lucille Ball.

Lucy from Peanuts.

Because today I'm Charlie Brown.

Blue like Charlie Brown, I mean.

Why?

I don't know? (And yes, it bothers me that I'm blue--when I know dang well I'm blessed. And yes, it bothers me that it bothers me. And yes, I'm bothered even more that I'm blogging about this. LOL!)

Here's what I think:

Maybe I listened to Elvis' "I'll Have a Blue Christmas" one too many times in December?

Maybe I'm coming off of a sugar high? (True.)

Maybe it's that our garage door fell off the tracks and nearly killed our cars this weekend (and no, it's not fixed).

Maybe it's that I haven't been home in more than a year? And my only vacation in the last 18 mos was to a funeral (No offense to Gpa Mike, of course...without that funeral I wouldn't have made it out of state at all last year.)

Maybe it's that we've worked so hard for a lot of our goals, and now that we've hit some/missed others, I've got nothing to push for?

Maybe I'm overwhelmed by an overly ambitious set of resolutions (Have you seen the price of lipstick?)?

Maybe I'm still ticked that I didn't get to go on Survivor Season 2?

Maybe I'm cranky that 4 students were upset with their final grades this term?

Maybe I'm upset I drive a powder blue minivan--and have hair like a football helmet?

Maybe I'm stressing that our oldest son is turning 15 tomorrow--which makes me . . . uh, not 15. 8(

Maybe I was dropped as a baby?

. . .

Or maybe, just maybe, this is just "one of those days," and I need to grab hold of myself, have a hot chocolate, and let the blue-ness pass.

Stay tuned. (Or not. Tee hee. Actually, it's Boo Hoo today, not Tee Hee.)