Some weeks, I feel like
I’m on top of it all. Others?
Barely hanging on.
There’s nothing really wrong. It’s not a particularly busy or challenging week. Really just the usual day-to-day kind of stuff. And yet, I’m in a total funk. Low energy, short fuse. Snapping at the kids way too easily, and really all I want to do for most of the day is climb into bed and watch sappy movies. (Damn, now I want a TV in our bedroom.)
I could come up with a list of things that are on my mind, certainly. An ever-present cloud of stress about families and holidays. Some strange tummy upset that has been bothering Ellie, which causes me way more anxiety than the average kid with a stomachache. Any number of other navel-gazing topics that amount to little more than whining about total first-world problems.
But instead of boring you (and me) with the details of all of that, I did some therapeutic baking, and now I’m going to try to get some sleep. And if my dear, darling, beloved husband wakes me up at 5AM with his snoring and refusal to put on his CPAP mask again, I will kick HIS ass down to the couch this time.
