Today hit me like a freight train.
I’ve been chugging along doing my thing and all of the sudden I wake up today and blam! A dreaded funk looming overhead. It’s way too early for pms, Pitter Patter is over his chickenpox, I have had a relaxing and pleasant week yet today I am on the verge of tears.
The usual remedies are not working so great. I’ve already had a good workout this morning and have visited most of my favorite blogging sites, but still the heaviness remains. Why? It’s almost the weekend! This should be a Monday morning feeling, not Thursday. It’s Happy Thursday, right?
I think I will avoid all things with words on them today. It seems like everywhere I look, I hear or see something that I’m trying not to. I’m not saying that I’m reading anything bad mind you, but I’m in that self-search mode where I seem to apply all things to my own life. “Should I be doing that? do I do this enough? am I going in the right direction?” It’s making my brain hurt…
I’m sure it’s nothing that a little sunshine and kid time can’t help, so I’m going to take my pitiful attitude and get out of here for a while. When I come back it will be all good times and smiles. Seriously.