A sure sign that things are not going well at work is my abrupt change of mood at about 9 pm on Sunday nights. I had a fantastic weekend that included visits from both my mother and Greg’s mother, a fun night out with Elliot, some really enjoyable time on Saturday with the kids, first at a birthday party and then at Tall Tales Books, an amazing concert with Greg and some friends on Saturday evening, followed by yummy Bin 4 burgers, and a sunny Sunday that included a nap.
Then BAM. I start prepping for Monday morning and my mood takes a big fat nose dive. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way…years I think. But the last few months have been really hard, and it’s starting to take its toll. I’m hoping that things will sort themselves out come January. It kind of puts a damper on the December cheer.
Maybe I just need a vacation. And not the Christmas break kind of vacation, but the kind where you go away and leave all the crap behind.