(I wrote this Sunday morning.)
I love it when my husband cooks breakfast on the weekend! And this was partially leftover from our delicious vegetarian fajitas last night – he cooks most of our dinners too. And most of those are great. With only a few misses. 
We actually ate green eggs from a local farm. Look at these eggs! Green, blue, and dark brown.
Huevos Rancheros with leftover seitan fajitas and homemade, roasted chile and grape tomato salsa.
I am one lucky lady!
(P.S. The eggs look normal once you crack them open. Once in a while when there’s a few to many crazy colored eggs, I almost lose my appetite, but the bottom line is – whatever their color – fresh, local eggs really do taste better!)
Recently, I found myself in the midst of some very blue days.
I felt extremely sad and lonely and my homesickness for Denver (city life) was ultra-strong.
I had already noticed that when I lack sleep – and I’m always lacking these days – I feel depressed. The depressed feelings were just starting to become more obtrusive – lasting longer throughout the day and for more days in a row.
And then, yeah, couple weeks ago it got pretty bad. I was beginning to actually get tearful at times. I haven’t felt that way in a long time, but it’s becoming apparent that this happens to me every couple of years.
Now? I’m almost better again. I’m back to my enthusiasm about my current entrepreneurial endeavor, but it’s at a healthy, non-manic level.
So yeah, I meant to write some posts about depression while I was feeling so blue, but it’s possible that the storm may have passed for now.
Either way, I’m reading Andrew Weil’s book Spontaneous Happiness. Thank you loving hubby for ordering it for me at the library!
And I’m really going to work on getting to bed earlier. Honest!
Like all moms, I’m sure, it’s extremely hard for me to get to bed at a decent hour. I never have time to do the reading and writing I want to do when Sebastian is awake.
Every night I face the dilemma. We make dinner, get the baby to bed, and then, against my better judgement, I stay up too late.
But, I’ve got to take care of me if I want to live my best life.
Maybe a miracle will happen and I’ll suddenly start going to bed between 9 and 10 pm, getting up at 6, exercising, having tons of energy, and living happily ever after!
A girl can dream!
But for now, I’m taking my vitamins, walking as much as I can during the week, and making it a goal to hit the sheets before 10 pm!
What time do you go to bed? What time does your alarm clock (or your kid) wake you up? Does lack of sleep give you the blues?
