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S.A.D.

Today, I made the mistake of googling "Austin, Tx. forecast." 67 degrees in January. That's kind of a hard pill to swallow as I stare out my window onto an endlessly white landscape....correction: a dim and endlessly white landscape. Yep, it's 4:40 and we're losing the sun for the day. Someone tell me how I'm supposed to stay motivated to do anything? (Someone tell me how I'm supposed to keep my plants alive?!) Today, I am S.A.D.

Luckily, it's supposed to be sunny for the rest of the week. We could all use a little Vitamin D. The girl staring back at me in the mirror is a little less Mexican than she used to be. lol And, I almost lose poor Matthew when we go outside. (jk)

Somehow, Isabel seems to be completely unfazed by the drop in temperature. She's a bit confused as to why she has to put on another set of clothes before we leave but that's about it. She's still itching to get outside any chance she gets. I think there's a lesson for me there. First, my child is totally Canadian. (We need a trip to the States again STAT!) And second, I can't let it get me down. Honestly, it doesn't usually. Just today. I'm only kinda S.A.D.

It's hard to stay down to long, when I have this to look at everyday.

Pure sunshine.

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  1. Just realized my last post is about how winter isn't so bad. lol So, apparently, the weather makes me S.A.D. and Bipolar. C'mon Spring!!!

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