I'm in a funk. Nothing's wrong, life is good, nothing bad is happening, bills are paid, so what's the problem? I don't know. I'm not depressed, just...in a funk. I get a few free minutes at work to write charts, and instead I sit at my desk with my eyes closed while the stack gets bigger and bigger. I open up my blog to write something, and I can't think of anything to say. After feverishly collecting recipes and buying new cookbooks, I end up standing in front of the open fridge like a statue, unable to think of anything to make. At night I'm tired but doing that stupid thing where you sit in front of the TV surfing around from channel to channel with your eyes burning from tiredness but you can't...turn...it...off. (I mean seriously, did I really need to watch the Top Chef Season 4 Reunion Show until midnight last night?) When I'm talking to clients my brain feels numb, and I'm laboring to explain simple things, like why it's not a good idea to use duct tape as bandage material after "cleaning" a cat's wound with vodka (oh, how I wish I was kidding).
Actually I think work is a big part of the problem. I love my career. Most days, I love my job. The past few weeks, however, I've been burning the candle at both ends at work. 3 days out of 4 I'm not able to leave early enough to pick J up from daycare (he has to be picked up by 6. Thankfully TH now expects the frantic 4:30 call from me as appointments keep piling up and I need him to rush across town to get J). I'm still not good at making myself take a lunch break or a breather during busy days. So I end up burned out, worn down, and sometimes close to tears when another sick animal comes through the door.
Add to that The Sinus Infection From Hell that turned into bronchitis last weekend, and you have a good picture of where I'm at mentally right now. J, of course is happy and oblivious, spending all day outside getting a cute little farmer's tan and even cuter scraped knees from being a rambunctious little boy during the summer.
Hopefully when we go on vacation soon it'll help my doldrums, or whatever it is.
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8 years ago