Surviving this dreadful winter

Today was a good day. I hate to let the weather set my mood, but I’m totally giving it the credit. It was in the 40s and the sun was out. I’ve missed the sun so much. More than I even realized. For the past couple of months, I’ve had at least one sucky day each week. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I think I have the winter blues. Or keep getting them.

Everyone I know is busy and overwhelmed and I don’t feel like I have it any easier. It’s hard at my house and it’s crazy at my work. Every direction I turn I’m overwhelmed. Most days I love 3 1/2, but a lot of days 3 1/2 is full of whining and that’s hard to deal with at 6:30 in the morning when I’m trying to get ready. It’s not any easier at 6:30 in the evening when I’m mentally done. I wish I had half the energy that Quinten has. Instead I’m the one who has to dig deep to find the strength to constantly pick him up. Or carry him around the house because he’s a mommy’s boy and misses me during the day. It’s physically and mentally exhausting around here.

I’m hoping this good feeling is enough to get me through the next week. One more day of awesome weather and then a blizzard is hitting. 🙁 I’m so beyond over winter. I’m done with cold temperatures and ice and snow. Although, I didn’t mind the snow today. I just can’t handle many more days of below 30 temps. That’s my cutoff.

I know spring will get here eventually. Until then I’m trying to remind myself that the weeks really do go fast and simple math will beat this dreadful winter. Oh, and I’ve got a push-up goal for myself. Kind of. I haven’t picked a number yet. A couple months ago, I realized my arms were getting definition. FROM HOLDING QUINTEN! So I decided to actually try (read: when not exhausted, lift weights at 9 pm) a semi-routine workout routine. I wanted to push myself so I decided to try push-ups. I’ve never been able to do that many. Despite my dad’s best efforts. I asked Bryan what my summer goal should be. He said 10. I said, “well I just did 15 so I should probably go higher.” He questioned whether they were normal push-ups or girl push-ups. I gave him my famous glare and patted myself on the back for being able to do 15 normal push-ups! If I continue doing them every night until May, how many can I get up to?!