Iâ€™ve been having a case of the blahs lately. I canâ€™t even figure out why. Itâ€™s not like I have anything to complain about.
Work is ok. And, Iâ€™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 â€“ sheâ€™s not sick and thereâ€™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 itâ€™s the monotony of everyday life. You know, the same old same old routine we go through.
Go to work.
Sit at desk for 8 hours.
Pick up kid.
Clean up dishes.
Kidâ€™s bath/bed time.
Crash on couch.
Go to bed.
Today I called my husband and said, â€œI feel like playing hooky and forgetting about that whole â€˜responsible parentâ€™ 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.