Yeah I know. Absolute first world problem. I am a spoiled and privileged individual. I’m not proud of this one.
Basically we are going on holiday next weekend. Abroad. For a week. Two kids, ages 7 and 8, who are climbing the walls with excitement.
I haven’t done anything. I haven’t packed or planned anything. Not a damn thing. I have no clothes to wear (too fat) and my swimming costume needs replaced and I wanted to put little bags of stuff together for the kids to do on the plane. Get my hair and nails done etc. clean the house. I’ll be lucky at this rate to get the very basics done. I have absolutely nothing to wear myself and I don’t have time to shop and there’s no summer stuff in anyway.
i work full time in a very intense job. Getting out on a week’s annual leave is a brutal uphill struggle of a task and I’m feeling anxious about the amount I have to do. This week I got some really disappointing work news which I’ve been trying to push to the back of my mind but it’s dragging me down and heightening my anxiety around it all. At the same time we have work being done on the house. I am dieting hard. The kids are great but full on, clubs etc. There’s just a lot. And I have woken up this morning with what I think is an eye infection so that’s great.
i think i am just exhausted. I’m usually really good at digging deep in the way that mums do, and making sure it all happens successfully, but I just don’t seem to be able to find it this time. Husband (who is very good and is already carrying more than his share of the load) has noticed my arse dragging and has gone from gentle encouragement to “seriously we really need to get cracking now…”. Pressure. At this point I don’t even want to talk about the holiday. I feel a bit frozen.
I just want to lie in the bath and watch Friends and drink wine. I don’t really know why I’m posting to be honest. I just needed to say it.