......that is how I’m feeling right now.
Definition of blah would be :A general feeling of discomfort, dissatisfaction, or depression; Low in spirit or health; down
YEP I’m definitely blah today. Mopey would be another good word to use. Its just one of those days where I wanna curl up in the fetal position under a warm blanket and stay in the dark all day by myself. Of course, being a Mom, I can’t do that ……
So I’ve been napping when Jake naps, sitting on the floor and playing with him, eating when he does, etc etc. But inside,,,,,,I’m under those much-needed blankets in the dark.
In keeping with my mopey theme, I’ve decided to quote one of the most famous mopey characters I know….
Good ole Eeyore ……
~~The old grey donkey, Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the Forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, “Why?” and sometimes he thought, “Wherefore?” and sometimes he thought, “Inasmuch as which?” and sometimes he didn’t quite know what he was thinking about.
Winnie the Pooh
~~When stuck in the river, it is best to dive and swim to the bank yourself before someone drops a large stone on your chest in an attempt to hoosh you there.
Eeyore’s Gloomy Little Instruction Book
~~No Give and Take. No Exchange of Thought. It gets you nowhere, particularly if the other person’s tail is only just in sight for the second half of the conversation.
The House at Pooh Corner
~~Eeyore, the old grey Donkey, stood by the side of the stream, and looked at himself in the water.“Pathetic,” he said. “That’s what it is. Pathetic.”He turned and walked slowly down the stream for twenty yards, splashed across it, and walked slowly back on the other side. Then he looked at himself in the water again.“As I thought,” he said. “No better from this side. But nobody minds. Nobody cares. Pathetic, that’s what it is.”
Winnie the Pooh
~~”Good morning, Eeyore,” said Pooh.“Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it is a good morning, which I doubt,” said he.“Why, what’s the matter?”“Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.”“Can’t all what?” said Pooh, rubbing his nose.“Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush.”
Winnie the Pooh
~~They haven’t got Brains, any of them, only grey fluff that’s blown into their heads by mistake, and they don’t Think.