You know those days where you just don’t feel right, mentally speaking? That’s me today – I don’t know what is wrong but I don’t feel right at all.
I feel really sad, really anxious and exhausted. And upset – I just want to cry.
And I have no idea why.
I was so excited to finish work yesterday and spend a few days at home with the boy – I had plans of getting on top of my housework, doing fun things and just having a lovely time.
And I’ve woken up like this – I just want to hide away in bed and cry.
That’s not an option, is it – with the little man to look after I have to suck it up, pull up my big girl pants and get on with things.
Social media doesn’t help – all I seem to see is posts spouting the usual perfect family bollocks and super-mums who have their shit together and deal with life a lot better than me.
I feel like I’m behind on everything – the blog needs a lot of time and work, my housework is just never ending, and I just don’t feel very happy.
What is the point of this post? An outlet I guess, after all that’s the reason I started this blog. And recently I’ve been bottling everything up which doesn’t help.
Right. Deep breathe, pull up big girl pants. Time to go get showered, tidy up and crack on.