Topsy tervy...or..are you sure it isn't still Feb?

Last Tuesday i spent the day doing yard work, cleaning out flower beds and generally tidying up the front yard. Yesterday, it was snowing as we left for Church.
Currently, I can watch Hockey/Baseball/Soccer/Basketball(although i don't, but I could if i wanted to)/ Golf and Curling.
I have in the last week been known to cry at the drop of a hat, with no real reason.

Is it just me or are we ALL twisted around so we don't know what season/day/time it is?

This morning as the kids were getting ready for school, Bug asked if she should wear a winter coat AND take an umbrella.

I hate this time of year. I like things to be definate. None of this, well I will be spring in the am, winter by noon and we will round out the day with a healthy dose of sunshine to make you think that it may actually be getting warmer outside. Additionally, that is the way I feel inside too. I am prone to a really bad case of February blahs, but I am not used to having them in April. Yesterday, I cried no less than 5 times over what i would normally dismiss with nary a thought.

I spent time at my old place of employment in a volunteer capacity on Saturday night. While it was nice to see old faces, it pained me in a way I couldn't have known would happen. I felt so lost in a place that i had called home for 13 years....the staff all looked so tired and down...that is what happens in an industry that is on its last legs here in this city. To go to work everyday knowing that it might be your last. My heart aches for them.
And then....
HIS parents came in.
and I looked for him.

I looked for HIM.
Knowing full well in my head that he was never going to roll in those doors, but something in my heart had me looking anyways.
It just isn't right for me to be in that building anymore...it hurts too much.

Sunday I had a long heart to heart with my husband.
I am not sure how i got to be so lucky as to have someone as understanding as he is, but he held me as I once again mourned Jeff's passing, and tried to make sense of my jumbled thoughts.
While Keith and I may have our own issues (as do most married couples) i am glad that after 18 years I can still talk to him about what ever is on my mind. We don't judge, we don't blame..we listen..we forgive..and we "are".

After our long talk, I did what makes me feel the best. Three hours of theraputic baking...chocolate cupcakes, vanilla cupcakes, blueberry muffins..and sweet and sour meatballs for supper later that evening. My waist may not be ready for the nice weather, but i sure felt better!

As mentioned, Hockey Playoffs have started, and we are in full force here in Wilsonworld.
Playoff brackets hang in the front hallway, a current schedule with all scores are posted on my office door, and all hockey jerseys are laundered every day. No haircuts for anyone in the house, and those who are able are working on their playoff beards. Hockey every night.

Now THAT makes me feel better.

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[Munch]

i cry for you mom and i can't wait for hockey