Why So Glum, Chum?

I had a wonderful weekend. My neice came to visit, we went to a children's concert, out to lunch, then on to a birthday party (for my OTHER neice.) See Three Cousins below.

We had tubbies, freezedancing, colored and played store. We ate nutritionally, had stories before bed, posed for a few funny pictures and played online with our webcams talking to various and sundry grandparents.

My husband was affectionate, my house is clean, we moved the bookcase UP to the playroom and ditched the play kitchen and my child doesn't miss it. Life is good.

I visited old friends today. I was funny enough, held my own in conversation and my child behaved. I didn't look like a complete hick fat ass (although I was dangerously teetering) and I had my shit relatively together.

My car runs well, my family is healthy, my husband is employed.
I left each social outing with firm invitations to socialize again, and soon.
I get nice emails.

and yet

Why So Glum, Chum?

I just don't know.
I just have the blues.
The beat up on myself, Im not that good at anything, Im boring, I'm a hater blues.

I'm going to watch the Numa Numa guy on youtube then play some WordWhomp.
Might cheer me up.

THREE COUSINS