Warning: This post is not intended for cheering you up or putting a smile on your face. Its content may contain moments of frustration. Reader discretion is advised.

You know moms who listen to and talk about their whiney kids all the time? Well now it’s my turn to be whiney. I usually don’t complain and I like to think I have a positive outlook but this time, I feel like bitching.

January has been a complete bust.

Between suffering migraines and a nasty stomach virus to the kids catching colds and the Boss getting pneumonia, it’s been one doctor’s appointment after another.

My mood has been depressing. The hype of the holidays is over and despite the welcoming denouement, there comes a sadness after it’s all said and done.

The kids’ fighting has reached a point of no return. Thank goodness the Boss is back to school every other day. The Destroyer started pre-school with a bang but hates skating. No refunds but I want my friggen $150 back!

I’m going through my own thang too and although I have many ideas, I’m at a crossroads and not sure which way to go.

The winter blues are really kicking in now, even though we’ve had pretty decent weather lately.

Seriously, am I talking about the weather?

When we had a major dumping of snow, it was too cold to stay outside longer than 5 minutes to enjoy it. Once it became mild and warm enough to stay outside, the snow was too hard for the kids to play with.

Yes I’m feeling so blah that I’ve had to resort to talk about the weather.

Damn you writer’s block!

I feel uninspired to write.

How can you be inspired when destruction is around you? What I can possibly write about that will be uplifting and significant?

I want to start the new year all over again.

I’ve decided that my new year did not begin on January 1st.

It will begin on Chinese New Year on February 14th which happens to be Valentine’s Day.

AND it will be the year of the TIGER, which is my year!

I’ll ring in the new year with a bottle of bubbly all to myself and start 2010 all over again!

(See? The Sagittarius in me did not allow me to end off on a sour note. I’m not so bad after all.)