Having a bit of a pity party....
It’s my dads birthday today, he died a few years ago... I feel all griefy again. So wish he hadn’t gone.
I work ft, DH is a sahd. I’m totally out of sync with him and the kids. I’m exhausted from a tough week back at work. The three of them were ready to go out before I’d even opened my eyes this morning, so I’m pissed off with DH for not waiting til I was awake to discuss it and feel like I miss out on yet another simple day to day thing. I’m pissed off with myself for not having the energy to leap out of bed early. I’m frustrated because I wanted to do some exercise as I’m fatter than I’ve ever been and need to get a grip. Yet the only time to do that really is when the DCs are asleep. Otherwise I miss out on stuff they do or feel selfish for making them wait.
So I’m wallowing and crying in the bath. Might just have to write it off as a bad day as I think I’ll have puffy red eyes and be teary all day anyway. Which makes me feel even worse as it’s lovely and sunny and I should be happy to be with my DH and kids and I feel a bit lost in my own head.
Really wanted to feel good for 2020 
Anyway, if anyone else needs to have a pity party this morning, feel free to join me.