Winter Depression

I fight really bad depression every year around this time. You’d think it was weather induced, but really it’s far more juvenile than that. You see, my mom and dad are “Snowbirds” and right now they are living in one of those elegant rv parks in Yuma, Arizona. She has orange trees that sit right outside her bedroom window. So close that she can literally open her screen, reach out and pluck fresh fruit! That sounds so nice.

I talk to my mom everyday. I always have. So when they are in Arizona, they live on their cell phone, and to protect their minutes, I only get to call them in the evenings. Evenings are hard around here with getting 4 kids fed, homeworked and off to bed. So it’s turned into and every other night call…and sometimes even longer. And I can definitely feel the ‘blues’ creeping in!