Arf. I am mardy. Too mardy to sleep, to mardy to socialise, too mardy to work. It's all I can do to hide it from Bean.
Today I am thinking about working but really, really want to just hide under some covers and stare at the tv. I would take a sicky if this was a normal job. Thing is, what if I stay mardy for weeks? I can't take every day off and last week was pretty unproductive. It's getting to crunch time - not a time to be wagging off feeling sorry for myself!
I am so mardy I can't even tell anyone. Am a completely depressing, grumpy, knackered idiot.
I think I shall take a look at my work and see if there is anything i can concentrate on. I really think I should try and give myself permission to take the day off and lounge about and wallow a bit, with a view to getting better later and hopefully waking up tomorrow feeling spritely and with my coping mechanisms nicely back in place.
I know I should go swimming or something, get some happy hormones kicking in. But I am so fatigued even walkinig makes me ache. I am such a feeb! Oh what to do.
I shall try and work and then hide and try and recuperate enough to be cheery for Bean when I need to get him later. The guilt that we are paying for his childcare, to be loved by someone else while I sit at home wallowing in nonsense doesn't really help though.
Hey ho, peaks and troughs. It's only work.
x J
Today I am thinking about working but really, really want to just hide under some covers and stare at the tv. I would take a sicky if this was a normal job. Thing is, what if I stay mardy for weeks? I can't take every day off and last week was pretty unproductive. It's getting to crunch time - not a time to be wagging off feeling sorry for myself!
I am so mardy I can't even tell anyone. Am a completely depressing, grumpy, knackered idiot.
I think I shall take a look at my work and see if there is anything i can concentrate on. I really think I should try and give myself permission to take the day off and lounge about and wallow a bit, with a view to getting better later and hopefully waking up tomorrow feeling spritely and with my coping mechanisms nicely back in place.
I know I should go swimming or something, get some happy hormones kicking in. But I am so fatigued even walkinig makes me ache. I am such a feeb! Oh what to do.
I shall try and work and then hide and try and recuperate enough to be cheery for Bean when I need to get him later. The guilt that we are paying for his childcare, to be loved by someone else while I sit at home wallowing in nonsense doesn't really help though.
Hey ho, peaks and troughs. It's only work.
x J
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