I’m feeling a little blah today. This week has felt rather hard work. Too many ups and downs.
Firstly, I had a meeting planned for Tuesday with a prospective client. But he cancelled last minute and told he he’d found someone else. Then it was my birthday yesterday and, as is often the case – at least when you are no longer a child – birthdays are not as much fun as they used to be – particularly when you still have to deal with the same shit day in day out as you do when it’s not your birthday. I did get some nice presents and I’m grateful for that but maybe its the getting older bit.
Every day this week has felt a little harder than the last. Like all the tasks and chores that are involved in being a mum and running a house have got harder and harder to deal with. I’m sat here at nearly 8pm feeling absolutely wiped!
I’m actually looking forward to Saturday when I’m going to walk somewhere between 11 and 13 miles from Farnham to Guildford as part of my training. Because for some reason when I’m walking, I’m okay. I’m not stressing. I’m not having to break up an argument or cook dinner or make pack lunches. I’m not worrying about paying the bills.
It may be physically tiring to do something like that but right now I think am emotionally shattered more than physically.
I think an early night tonight might be in order. If the kids will go to bed themselves that is… which at the moment is seeming less and less likely.