I’m ready for March. SO OVER February. I want spring, and green, sweet smelling, grass to mow, and garden dirt under my fingernails.
Its not quite March, but I’m ready still. 3 weeks from today is the first day of spring. It can not come fast enough for me this year. I flipped over all the calendars the other day, rushing the month, rushing the season. I want to open the windows and turn off the furnace.
I want to go back to work. I miss the dogs, I miss the people who live with the dogs. I miss the challenges.
I have plenty of challenges. Being a single parent just was never a consideration for me. Who woulda thought? Not me.
I have to work my schedule around them and their needs. They have to come first. Of course. Naturally.
But part of being the best mom I can be for them, means taking care of me, too. And what makes me happy, what has always made me happy, is my dog-work.
I’m changing the message on my voice mail this morning. Back to work. If you are expecting a call from me – expect it mid-week. Or call me again.
This morning – I’m ready. I do expect my enthusiasm and determination to ebb and flow, but. One step. Every day.
Come on, March!