led in bed, little one asleep next to me. .and I can't stop thinking about starting another week of work tomorrow and how full of dread I am over it.
I love my job, honestly. But somewhere along the way I've stopped enjoying actually doing it. makes no sense
Im finding it very difficult to get enthusiastic about the week ahead. Anyone else feel like this?
aibu to hide underneath the duvet and pretend I don't have any responsibilities tomorrow?