I don’t know if it’s the change in season or coming to the end of b/feeding* after nearly six and a half years but something is kicking my arse right now.
I could stay in bed all day given half the chance. I’m unbearably miserable and I just don’t know how to end it.
There’s part of me that expects socks to be pulled up and normal service to resume but the other part just cries which isn’t much help.
What’s inexplicable is that I’m actually happy. I’m purposeful and so excited by my work which I finally have time to do during the day. Big difference and yet, meh.
What’s a girl to do? Write about it, go to sleep, hope that tomorrow is different.
*abbreviated to keep the creeps from finding my site.