Do you get weeks like this? Do you ever want to bury your head in the sand, pretending that you don't exist?
Of course all is not dire. In fact, there have been plenty of nice things, now that I think about it. Alistair latest block of speech therapy was a great success. Knit night with my German friends was fun. Being invited for a job interview was boost for my confidence. The little granola I got to eat was really scrumptious. Making a quick jeans bag for a birthday girl was satisfying (thanks Jo for the tutorial). Richard returning home after a few days away was a relief. Being able to "run" up Kelvindale Rd fills me with pride. Looking forward to drinks with friends on Saturday is always good. Looking at puppy photos and feeling tempted is a new enjoyable experience.
Today, I am less grumpy and I am holding onto my hope that I am not at the beginning of a midlife crisis but rather at the end of a few miserable days. Maybe it is the whiff of autumn in the air that puts me on edge. Maybe hormones. Maybe tiredness. Who knows.
And so it is time to move on and do something enjoyable: I just finished preparing a batch of fishcakes for dinner, wandered around the garden and baked some delicious cinnamon buns (frozen from Ikea, a real good cheat), all the while listening to "The Silkworm" by Robert Galbraith.
I wish you all a lovely weekend, may it be filled with laughter and joy. Cx
P.S. I noticed that someone has cut off all my snapdragon flower stems. Deep breath. Deep breath.