Stormy Monday, Sunny Thursday

I was not feeling my usual chipper self on Monday. It started with feeling some sort of vague anxiety on Sunday then developed into a full-blown crabbiness, what's-it-all-about funk by Monday morning. It was storming when I woke up and that did not help my mood. I did not know why I was feeling so out of sorts and anxious and I still don't know for sure (no more worries than the usual ones). I don't experience those out-of-the-blue mood shifts anymore (a great thing about getting older!), so it surprised me to feel that way.

Jack was out of town from early Tuesday morning til late Thursday night. That was good timing as it spared him from having to deal with me. I did some private therapy and did 5 evals for work (one on Tuesday, 3 on Wednesday, one on Thursday), so I was busy. As I walked into work Tuesday at noon, it struck me how much better my mood was. I was looking forward to doing the group play-based assessments with awesome coworkers (most of them much younger than I am). I have come to the realization that I am much more of a social being than I thought I was!
I was back in my groove by Tuesday night, feeling more like myself. It helped that Sally and Ellie stopped by on Tuesday morning for a quick visit on their way to music class.

these two always make me smile!

 And by Thursday afternoon, I was back to my normal optimistic self. After I finished working, I went to the city to babysit Vivi while Wayne and Julie played in their co-ed recreational volleyball league. I left my house at 4:10 and didn't get to their place til 5:50! It's only 25 miles away, but it is that crazy traffic, especially at that time of day. My biggest concern about driving to their place was parking. I cannot parallel park and it's embarrassing. I said a few prayers, and thanks be to God (and I am not taking the Lord's name in vain, I really mean it), there was a spot directly in front of their place that I just slid right into. I had a lovely evening with my granddaughter. Vivi had changed so much in the 3 weeks since I last saw her!! I brought my selfie stick so I could document our evening.  

3 months old and totes adorbs

Vivi is really high strung! not

Vivi watching Vivi videos taken by youknowwho

I left Wayne and Julie's  around 9:30 to pick up Jack from the airport. We got home around 10:30 and had a glass of wine together and talked about our weeks.
The older I get, the more I realize that it's important to feel my feelings and reach out to people and stay in the game and know that the clouds will pass. The homily at mass last Sunday ended with the priest saying that "no matter what your week holds, there isn't anything that you and God can't handle together".
It's true, even if it's just a bad mood.