Invisible Ink

Sometimes I feel so invisible. Do you ever feel that way? I think it is a combo of things. Christmas is in a couple of days. I am already grieving that it is almost over. I love this time of year. I rarely get out of the house these days since pulling ds out of school. I am not complaining, mind you, just saying, it is hard to never leave the house or to have any personal time to myself. It could be that 3 times now, I have been passed over for things when everyone recieves something as group, and I am left out. I know it is not intended with malice, but I still feel sometimes like I dont exist. I need to put my priority hat on straight. I KNOW I mean something to my husband and children and parents. That is probably the most important thing. THEY know me, who I am and that I am here. Just feeling sorry for myself is all. Chalk it up to winter blues. :O) Cant be happy all the time, right? So that is why today I am writing in invisible ink. My cup has been bone dry empty. I am giving more than is getting putting in. This past year has been fairly tough on us and even though it has been 6 weeks since ending things with the school (in a rather nasty way), I still am feeling the emotional effects from it. I know things will get better.