February blahs

Yep, I got 'em.

Every year, really. By the time February rolls around, I'm ready to become a bear and curl up in a cave until spring. Pass me that blanket, will ya?

This year, of course, I delayed the onset of the blahs by getting married. I don't think that that's going to work every year, somehow. Especially since that is a one-time deal for me. I'm married, and that's it.

So I'm dragging my ass around lately. Tired all the time, gloomy and irritable...bah! Not much of a honeymoon.

It does reinforce how well Bear knows me, though. I've been apologizing so much for being blech, and when at first I was saying I didn't know what the heck was wrong, he just looked at me and said "It's February.".

Pause.

Yeah, that two word sentence completely sums it up. Or, in his expanded version, "February always sucks ass for you." And it does. I tend to have a migraine pretty much constantly because of the abrupt weather shifts, I'm tired and grumpy, jittery, and miserable and the weather is grim. But my wonderful husband was way ahead of me and expected this. He just quietly started doing stuff to make things easier for me and is around for hugs and reassurances when I need them.

I can live through this. There's no real reason for it because my life is good. It's temporary. I guess that makes it easier to bear?

Ah, hell! Pass me another blanket and wake me up when Spring gets here, OK?