Do you ever have days where you’re just irritated all day long without any particular reason? Where everything everyone says to you is like scratching nails on a chalkboard?
Today was one of those days for me. I’m sure it was at least partially triggered by the fact that I drank a little too much last night, stayed up too late, got up too early and didn’t get to exercise today. Never a good combination. But there’s some other discontent humming under the surface of my skin. Trouble is, I just can’t quite pin it down. Most likely, it is a combination of the following:
1. This is my last official week of work, and Phil is going to be out of town. Therefore, I have to make a good dent in my final project over the weekend, otherwise I’m doomed. I made some progress today, but not enough to sleep easy. I know I shouldn’t be complaining. After all, one week from today I will wake up in the morning as a free agent – no longer employed. The closer the date gets, though, the more difficult it is for me to knuckle down and get the work done.
2. Cabin fever. Did I mention it was freezing last week? I feel like I’ve been inside for months. It was 40 degrees today and when I walked out the door, I swear it felt like summer. I need to find a way to get outside more, but it’s not likely to happen this week (see #1).
3. Baking. Why did I sign up, once again, to bake three dozen cookies for the teacher appreciation holiday event at Em’s school? I love cooking, but I am not a baker. I always talk myself into it because homemade cookies and the holidays seem like baseball and apple pie. I always think, ‘oh, the kids will help and it will be cozy and fun.’ Then the kids lose interest after five minutes and I’m left sweating in the kitchen and cleaning up a giant mess. Thank God for my teenage neighbor, who earlier this year sold me two huge tubs of cookie dough as part of a school fundraiser. The teachers are going to have to live with semi-homemade this year.
4. Not enough exercise. I just haven’t been pushing myself as hard as I need to, and this registers on my mood almost immediately. I am well aware of this, but still I’ve been finding excuses to do mini-workouts or to skip altogether. Then, inevitably, I start berating myself for my sloth. This leads to self-flogging about my general tendency toward laziness, which I truly loathe about myself.
I could go on, but I don’t want to be a total buzz kill. I know the way I’ll start to feel better is to get more sleep, get my work done, bake the damn cookies, and get more exercise.
I’ll get right on that tomorrow…