Having one of those days where I have woken up and feel crap. Everything seems too much, everyone either too demanding or controlling. A day when I want to be left alone, sit in a quiet sunny corner and mentally recharge. It’s a feeling that is, a times, completely overwhelming, a feeling that in itself is demanding, controlling, depleting with a blanket of exhaustion. However, I’ve dragged myself out of bed, made 3 pack lunches, fed 2 cats and 1 dog, put on a load of washing, done some ironing, bleached 2 toilets, made 3 beds, loaded the dishwasher, washed up last night’s dinner pots (who else would!), re-bandaged a child’s thumb, checked and printed another child’s school letter, driven 1 child to work experience placement, walked the dog and all before 9. I’m not trying to portray myself as a martyr or super mum, just wanting to share, offload and to celebrate that all this SOBER and hangover free (4 years 9 months, or since wsking this morning, depending on how you want to look at it).
Nothing, absolutely nothing, can be improved by the consumption of alcohol. There are no positives or benefits, regardless of how crap one feels or bad life gets.
Later I will force myself to the gym, one of my happy places, (although I swear and cuss the majority of the time I’m there), to boost my serotonin. A tough PT session works wonders.