For the past couple of weeks, I have been battling the dreaded blahs. You know what I am talking about, right? That dispirited mood where nothing seems to make you smile and you just feel tired or run down all the time.For some strange reason people assume that I am a peppy kind of person just because of my name. While I am not always peppy, I do tend to be in a good mood the majority of the time. So I really don’t like having a case of the blahs. And believe me, my family doesn’t like it either!
I am not sure if my crazy work schedule has finally taken its toll on me. Andrea, PJ and Gannon have heard me complain about it for a year now (see I’m a part-time employee who has been working full-time plus overtime for A YEAR and counting).
Or maybe the blahs arrived after the start of summer vacation for my two children. The chaos summer brings is just unreal. I’m a structured kind of person, but there is no structure in summer! And the kids are ALWAYS bored!! Given my hectic work schedule, there is no time for visits to the park or play dates with friends.
I don’t know what triggered the onslaught of the blahs, but a few days ago I decided to take the bull by the horn, or rather the blahs by the horn. It was past time to throw the blahs out of my life.
How did I do it?
Well, with a good ole shopping trip. Yes, you heard me correctly – SHOPPING!
First let me explain something to you. See, I’m not like most women. I’m not a clothes whore. I’m not a bag whore. I’m not a shoe whore. In fact, my husband probably has more shoes and clothes than I do. I only buy what I need. Usually, I only go to the store if my kids need something. And that has always been fine.
Until now.
Until the blahs took up residence.
So during a recent stop at a local store to get my son some new shoes (see my kid needed something), I wandered over to the purse section of the store just to see what was out and found . . . THIS.
Isn’t she pretty??
And you know what else? She was on clearance. Oh yes, clearance bay-bee!!! Seventy percent off of the original price.
Now she’s beautiful, right? I sure thought so.
So I picked her up, took her picture with my phone and sent it to my sister. She immediately called and said, “You better buy her for yourself!” See, my sister knows I am a practical person. And a pretty pink purse is not practical. At least not for me.
But she is beautiful!
And she has SUPERPOWERS!!
She vanquished the blahs with a single swipe of my debit card.
I was grinning from ear to ear when I got home with her. My husband rolled his eyes as I presented her ala Vanna White style. But he noticed the smile on my face, the twinkle in my eyes and the pick-up in my step.Mission accomplished.
Now you might think I’m insane, but I am almost daring the blahs to come back.
See, my pretty pink purse has a sister. She’s apple green and I believe she has superpowers too ;-)
So what do you do to wave bye-bye to the blahs?
~ Buffie
