Every year I desperately try to prepare myself and still I feel down in the dumps. Like a lost puppy I sit on the couch, gazing around the room reminiscing about the warm fuzzy feeling I savored just days ago. That same warm fuzzy feeling that faded the minute those rainbow bulbs dimmed and cooled.
And then the fatigue of the endless get together's makes my eyelids heavy, and my stomach hurts from too much chocolate and alcohol. I long for naps, and salads, and a normal routine again. My bank account needs TLC just as much as the house sets off my OCD, and I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief that for another year I was able to enjoy a wonderful holiday season. One filled with so much happiness and joy and love that it saddened me to say goodbye.
And so tomorrow I will grab my pen and paper, make a list of this years achievements and another of next years resolutions, and prepare to welcome all of the excitement that 2013 has in store. But today, right now, I'm going to do what feels right. I'm going to be miserable, sulk, complain and be sad that Christmas has come and gone. Because, my friends, this happens every single year. This stupid post holiday funk is here.
Now please, somebody give me a kick in the ass.