{"id":333,"date":"2004-04-21T10:54:17","date_gmt":"2004-04-21T14:54:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2004\/04\/21\/in-the-mood-actually-in-a-mood\/"},"modified":"2004-04-21T10:54:17","modified_gmt":"2004-04-21T14:54:17","slug":"in-the-mood-actually-in-a-mood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2004\/04\/21\/in-the-mood-actually-in-a-mood\/","title":{"rendered":"In the Mood (Actually, in A Mood)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a186'><\/a><\/p>\n<p><P>I used to love &#8220;In the Mood&#8221;. It&#8217;s such a fun song. My favorite part of the&nbsp;Glenn Miller Orchestra recording my Dad had was when it got softer and softer towards the end &#8211; and then WHAM, BAM, Thank you, Ma&#8217;am &#8211; the horns would blast and it ended in a fabulous big band way. I even danced to it at the Fireman&#8217;s Ball when I was a teen! Ah &#8211; small town life.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Unfortunately, that wasn&#8217;t the point of my blog posting today. I&#8217;m not really in &#8220;the &#8221; mood so much lately, as&nbsp;much as I&#8217;m in &#8220;a&#8221; mood.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>I don&#8217;t know how Matt puts up with me. I think I&#8217;m getting worse and worse as I get older (33 next month). Granted, this past year was rough with Matt&#8217;s physical problems, his mental health problems, moving to a new condo, my Mom&#8217;s lung cancer scare, my niece&#8217;s constant gastro-instestinal failure and hospitalization and Matt&#8217;s brother temporarily living with us. But most of those issues are behind us now so I should be feeling more optimistic.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>But I&#8217;m not. I&#8217;m still feeling overwhelmed. I&#8217;m feeling like I have no &#8220;alone&#8221; time. For the past few months&nbsp;I&#8217;ve been thinking of solutions (like going into individual therapy or&nbsp;yoga for relaxation)&#8230;but I&#8217;m afraid those things will just cause more stress. It&#8217;s just one more appointment I&#8217;ll have to make &#8211; and one less hour of alone time.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Another solution I thought of was a mini-vacation &#8211; just going away for the sake of getting away. But this also brings me to the other stresser&nbsp;&#8211; finances. By moving from Salem to Boston and selling the car, my annual living expenses are $3,000 less than they used to be. I was so excited when I made that calculation a few months ago. My goal was to put most of it in savings (for a rainy day) and I was also considering getting braces next year to close the gap between my front teeth.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>But I calculated the other day that Dusty is going to cost us over $10,000\/year for medical, medications, Canine College, purchase price, doggie-day care, food, etc&#8230;.(at least for the first year).&nbsp;That pretty much eats up all the money I could have saved&#8230;and has me spending more than ever while earning the same salary (which puts me in the red).<\/P><br \/>\n<P>This limits me from taking said mini-vacations and even signing up for yoga classes.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>Which gets me back to Matt. He&#8217;s such a sweetie. He offered to pay for me to go on a mini-vacation alone (I was thinking Philadelphia, New Hope and Brandywine, PA). So, even though I&#8217;ve been a complete dick at home for the past few months&#8230;he still loves and cares for me! I think I need to learn to appreciate that (and him) more.<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I used to love &#8220;In the Mood&#8221;. It&#8217;s such a fun song. My favorite part of the&nbsp;Glenn Miller Orchestra recording my Dad had was when it got softer and softer towards the end &#8211; and then WHAM, BAM, Thank you, Ma&#8217;am &#8211; the horns would blast and it ended in a fabulous big band way. 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