It is that time of year...

Depression time.

Its been a while since I felt this sort of sadness associated with May. But it is back.

Really I have no idea exactly what is wrong. It's like, walking around feeling like I forgot something (and I have, like my keys in the lock of the front door). Walking around with a huge rock in the pit of my stomach.

I am trying to function through, trying to remain happy and smile and be a nice person. But its all fake, all a lie.

In a few days my older girls will be out of school for the year. I'll officially have an eighth grader, a 3rd grader, a three year old and an *almost* one year old. When did that happen? We have some plans for the summer, and I know it will be over in the blink of an eye. Just like Abby's first year.

Where has time gone?

And why am I so sad?