I’ve been having a case of the blahs lately. I can’t even figure out why. It’s not like I have anything to complain about.
Work is ok. And, I’m thankful that I have a job considering the state of things these days.
We have a home. (check)
We have food. (check)
Baby girl is doing good – she’s not sick and there’s no behavioral issues. (check)
And yet, I feel blah.
Then that turns into guilt for feeling blah when I know there are others out there dealing with so much.
Maybe it’s the monotony of everyday life. You know, the same old same old routine we go through.
Get up.
Get dressed.
Go to work.
Sit at desk for 8 hours.
Pick up kid.
Drive home.
Make/eat dinner.
Clean up dishes.
Kid’s bath/bed time.
Crash on couch.
Go to bed.
Repeat.
Today I called my husband and said, “I feel like playing hooky and forgetting about that whole ‘responsible parent’ thing and just going to have fun with you. Like we did back in high school/college.â€
And of course, now I feel guilty for saying that.
Cause when I have such a wonderful daughter, why would I want to leave her behind with her abuelos to go have fun on my own?
This little blah-phase needs to leave.
Fast.
