It's is Friday and that is best thing I can say today. I growled at The Girl this morning when she opted to sleep in (she didn't have class until 9) so I had to take The Boy to school (in my bathrobe) and then I came home and went back to bed where I slept until 11 AM. What is wrong with me?
Based on family history, this is the beginning of clinical depression. But knowing we are being released on Sunday, I think it is just regular old depression...but I could be wrong. I just feel listless and without energy.
A friend gave me permission to feel like this for a month, after I told her that I'll snap out of it after Sunday. At least with the permission, I can cut the guilt a little bit. But I still feel a little bit lost. I crossed off several things on my calendar today, knowing it isn't my job anymore to do them...things that last Sunday we were planning on doing. Now we aren't.
I'll be fine, but I am not a big fan of change generally, and even less so when it is change I have to deal with directly. I'll be fine. I keep telling myself that hoping at some point I'll believe it.
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