Kinda Crabby

Yea, so I’m a little crabby.

But that’s ok because life isn’t rainbows, unicorns, and pink glitter-filled balloons all day, every day.

I acknowledged my crabbiness on the drive home this evening. I tried to pinpoint the source/cause of my crankiness but then I realized that it truly didn’t matter.

This is just a touch of the grumps. Not even a case of the fraz-a-parts.

(Don’t ask me to define fraz-a-parts. It’s my mother’s word.)

A year ago, a case of the blues wasn’t just a blip in my day or week. Instead, it was all-out, full-blown, sucks-to-be-me depression. I would have called in sick to work and spent the day in bed trying to block the world out. Nothing could have made me smile and my family tip-toed around me.

This time last year was very dark.

Now that I think about it… I’m not so crabby anymore.